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Come the auroras and infinite landscapes – Tangents wrought outright constants, Parallels perched perpendicular outrights, So to call your ellipse, When the orbit’s outstretched Landing meetings where we’d at least Learn to alter tomorrow. It’s stellar silly, and paths primordial, Leaving my layovers for the trials And abandoned, the moon’s to forever follow you; So to composed and formulae proofed Come the time you mother said, "He’s just a coma And dust best left forgotten." Quit draggin’ me to space baby.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
The Perigees