THERE ARE ALWAYS PEOPLE ABOVE US NOT JUST STARS, LIKE YOU AND I KNOW TOWERS FULL OF LONELY NESTERS NOT UNDERSTANDING LIFE OR DEATH

THERE HAS TO BE SOME OTHER WAY TO LOVE THAT'S NOT LIKE MUDDLING THROUGH A SWAMP WITH WEIGHTS AROUND MY ANKLES AND ONLY MY ARMS TO USE FOR DANCING

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