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polaroids
there is a place available to me;
a place where lilies grow through
the cracks in my moonstone streets.
there are four suns and seven moons
in this place
and every entity lends to my
happiness.
there's a cosmic journey at my fingertips
and i can't shake my destiny.
so i flash and stumble through polaroids
of
this place.
when did my fingertips get so far away?
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