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Stardust runs gliding and gliding
Smashes the earth clasping
Constantly – fingers scraping on panes
Eyes are cracked open – wispy winds
Flying against the winter
Boy my back hurts
Comments (1 Comments)
- UC Poika - 09/22/2009
- Lying under the stars I have thought such things especially through the frostbit panes of a cold January, and yes when I did it too long the last line was O so cruel. Thanks for the game.
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