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In space...

Wish I could put these thoughts in rhymes and riddles. But metamorphic words seem to dissipate in space as well.

Can I lose in space with you? Even in just a minute? 

Though a second wouldn't hurt.

I think a second in space is like a lifetime equivalent with you. And I wonder how it would feel then. 

How it's gonna be...

You… me…

Now I’m lost.
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