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Jun 2011
The world does not hate you child
You simply were not born to live in it
It is not your home
You were made to dance with stars
Upon galaxies
Through black hole arches
Clothed in the silken dust of constellations
Painting pictures with the brilliant pixels of a hundred million distant suns
Rev Tiernan ORourke
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Rev Tiernan ORourke
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