There’s home that’s missed lingering around the heart. Let it in with joy.
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graphs of my Universe
There’s home that’s missed lingering around the heart. Let it in with joy.
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Reflection kills her night.
The tower dramatically sways,
Dancing with the street light,
Gleaming with the moonbeam.
She grabs a cloth
To wipe her mirror.
Oye, her little heart.
You need a janitor.
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Towers will mostly collapse of weak foundation…. Or the strongest quake
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