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StarlightComet

Published: May 17, 2014

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^{I’ll lay on the ocean,
you hang from the sky-}

_{and maybe we’ll finally
get our horizons to meet.}

(I keep reaching, but you’re too far away)

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jmelisio

May 19, 2014

Interesting concept. I'd see the first stanzas as "I'll float in the ocean, you hover in the sky.." But all in all, I like it as it is

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