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Apr 2017
A funny thing to be here,
Spinning round our star,
The sound of all things,
Humming in the deep.

We cling to time,
Adrift on black waters,
Waves of cosmic glow,
Rippling purple dust.

Old light guides our eyes,
A million fading suns,
Collapsing beneath their mass,
And we both wait,

For something more.
Written by
Katsuo Iwata  33/M
(33/M)   
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   spysgrandson
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