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Samantha Oct 2020
The night, It stretches,
Across the sky, a blanket,
An Abyss of endless darkness.

****** of light puncture the black,
Stars, they are called.
Small, but majestic.

I, we, us,
Insignificant beings,
Under this void.

Time, it passes,
It is never and now,
It is nowhere and everywhere

Even so, we stay,
On this ground,
We are calm.

— The End —