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Jun 2013
the moon rests her heavy head
on the horizon's weary shoulders
and skips stones of hydrogen and helium
across a jet black pond of her doubt
scattering schools of gravity
and kicking up clouds of gas and dust
leaving them to settle in a
carefully disarray of beginnings
god i love the universe
Mattea Marie
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Mattea Marie
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