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another time in another place

all about the moon

all about the mouth of the sun

previous lives orbit us

so glam so daring so high

mushmellows in the gloomy dark

stampede among kisses and craving for

love is my baggage lost

and I’m the rest of a little girl

comes a time and

the awaikings are not sour anymore

my terrific yellow planet

these black shells aren’t mine

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