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Jan 2015
A crumble of dust in your mind:
that's all I wish to be,
to move around and wander,
to fit into every unpolished crack,
and perhaps find a place for myself.
As an astronaut might feel
in the infinite vastness of space:
belittled and feeble,
but spellbound,
even in the darkest spots
that might drag him to his perish.
Alexandra J
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Alexandra J  UK
(UK)   
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   Kristen and Catrina Sparrow
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