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by Cayla Lockwood

what about when i find you in the bushes
what about when it’s cold outside
you can’t do that shit no more

did you know
that you can buy property on the moon
one guy owns the moon
he’s also a trained ventriloquist

there’s a phone number you can call
you get a certificate and everything
30 bucks an acre
we don’t have to be here no more
but we could still exist
out there

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