• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 06
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Try a little harder gravity

My skittish soul is made of dramatic red acetate.
Try a little harder gravity, if you don’t want me to fly.
Staying put is something you never contemplate,
when your soul is made of dramatic red acetate.
The ground from up in the air always fascinates.
Every moment of the land reflects you as you pass by.
My skittish soul is made of dramatic red acetate.
Try a little harder gravity, if you don’t want me to fly.

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