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When the moon meets the earth, will you remember me?

When the sky falls to the ground, will you still see?

I have nothing but a few pens and some paper... A laptop and a phone, the mist of labor.

I was given all these things to communicate, but instead I just frustrate.

My temper high, with Semper Fi.  Why did he look inside my eye?