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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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