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You were my shooting star but they were my wish.
I was screaming government conspiracies at the top of my lungs last night while viewing the dimly lit stars make their way towards the sun
so graceful
so blind ful
don’t pace to look.
your screams will turn into shuttering inhalations
you’ll be at the verge of tears

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