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Aug 2012
Surely there are others in the sky.
Poorly can we seem by the eye.

How could be be the first?
How could it get any worse?

Stranger yet; we are the last.
All other life now in the past

Mind every atom you create.
Now that you know we're all at stake.
Written by
Megan Rousselle
306
   Lotus
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