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Nov 2019
Poor rocket man your pride.
Like the black on my shirts hanging inside out in the sun
You miss the darkness of the sky and the glitter of stars
You just realised, I see in your eyes.
How far away you are.

Poor rocket man your weakness.
Flying to the moon never satisfied you.
From your house in the suburbs here on Earth
A heart that conquered the universe and,
The feeling never escaped you.

Poor rocket man your humanity,
You remember when the scenery flew by at the speed of sound,
Your feet never touched the ground
Remembering you lived in the sky.
I wrote this in about 2003 at age 18.
Veda Laurenski
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Veda Laurenski  35/F/Australia
   BR Dragos
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