Halfway Between Atoms and Stars
Friday, February 18, 2011
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I look into Laundry's eyes.
"She likes butterfingers, did you know that?
She thinks you are soft and nice,
I do too.
I cried on the way home,
A whole lot,
But it was when I was alone, so no one knows
Just you and me Laundry."
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