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Saturday, January 14

In Space No One Can Hear You Cry

The birds sang because they were leaving in the morning.
The lights went orange before they died.
And the wind blew into the stars.

And the wind blew into the stars.
Posted by Glenn Peters at 3:27 AM 2 comments:
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