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Mar 2010
Twin moons, the size of balloons
Beam like bleached bones, unearthed from a tomb
Spinning without concern, sleeping inside a desolate universe
Taking many turns, but leaving no trails of being perturbed
Cursed by gravity’s lure, their chase will never diverge
Written by
Andrei
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