Many Closets, Little Breathing Space
"Fly me to the moon
And wish upon the stars
If life be good, please be true
And I know that I'd love you"
Mysteries of life, claims of truth, diversity of opinion, putting down of thoughts. Creativity is killed in infancy. Honesty is snuffed out at birth.
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