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Jun 2013
We threw our voices into darkness
Expecting a response
Getting only echos
Fell in love with stars
Already dead
Red giants make for disappointing soulmates
We are on a galactic level of
“Wrong place, wrong time” of
“if only’s”
I am running as fast as I can
But I will be
Five hundred thousand years late for dinner
Written by
Virginia Nicholson
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