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Thursday, September 1, 2016

Shooting Star.

A blur of you comes down the hall
But I'd better get my vision checked,
I'd better get it checked

The floor detaches from the walls
But the wind won't be so bad down there,
The wind won't be so bad
Posted by Rebekah Grey at 12:04 PM
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