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My heart orbiting Around these years old coffee rings That blemish these fading, Family pictures.                           A path of precession, Towards the vernal equinox of my thoughts. When the sun’s light Scatters evenly across Lines in the sand We never dared cross                                        Or,           The last solemn ride For better words left unsaid Death truly does Do us part                             Death of a feeling                             Fleeting                                         Stars                                                 Upon                                                         My                                                             Ceiling
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 6:38 AM UTC
Final Precession
My heart orbiting Around these years old coffee rings That blemish these fading, Family pictures.                           A path of precession, Towards the vernal equinox of my thoughts. When the sun’s light Scatters evenly across Lines in the sand We never dared cross                                        Or,           The last solemn ride For better words left unsaid Death truly does Do us part                             Death of a feeling                             Fleeting                                         Stars                                                 Upon                                                         My                                                             Ceiling
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28/M/NYC
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 6:38 AM UTC
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