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blinking softly
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moon alignment (planet cracked) My lips puckered to the sour,
Your grin said it all.
A lullaby for the despise,
Do you hear the walls crashing?
Is the chartering of children in my head?
It's just us, alone....
The apple falls from my hand,
Your grin depicts my thoughts.
I refuse to cry,
A poundings coming from behind,
Somethings calling.
Whats really resting here?
