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kyla The night is long, the cold is black--
where is the moon?
My city is the kind that sleeps,
where is the moon?
I see you, little midnight bird,
for we are two:
The quiet-ending.

I have a home, the kind that sleeps,
but I have gone.
The walls will miss me when they wake,
but I have gone.
My pathways turned and ate themselves,
the night is long,
And I have gone--
Where is the moon?
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la la s isn't he a bit like you and me 040615
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lw0rc no
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here

now here
no where?
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cr0wl we_were_thinking_of_evolving, was_i_disturbed? 091026
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