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she ate gritty constellations just so you'd have a chance to sleep with the stars every night but you preferred early morning affairs.
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her problem wasn't insomnia, it was you.
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FULL MOON THERAPY.
Poetry[ POETRY/PROSE ] juvenile stories of irascible paper tigers and their sacrosanct lovers.
