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Dec 2020
Adrift asleep,
Among the stars,
Existence pops in,
As it discards,
Flickers of light,
Rush right past,
The cosmic giant,
Slumbers so fast.
Time is relative, even for the stars.
Benjamin Dollar
Written by
Benjamin Dollar  27/M/Devon
(27/M/Devon)   
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