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drowning planets // poetry
PuisiLet's go to the sky, To the paint splattered stars, I believe we can fly, Just open your arms. It's just us now, You and me; But I think we're crashing Into the sea. We were pulled in By the earth's magnet. Now you and I Are drowning planets. *This...
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it's not a story
get used to it
or you'll be sorry,
you'll regret it
