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She reached and reached, on the tip of her toes, But with every second passed the moon she could not hold. Inch by inch, she standing on the very edge, was suddenly left hugged by pitch blackness.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
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She reached and reached, on the tip of her toes, But with every second passed the moon she could not hold. Inch by inch, she standing on the very edge, was suddenly left hugged by pitch blackness.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
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