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astronomy unexplained

by gabrielamims

when does the night become us? at what moment is the soul raised to the sky? death, say some and some ask why the stars are dead, and because we watch them miles and miles from where they rest we are still fascinated by these flames that hang in shapes and forms that make up our night sky but what if our night sky is really not made up of bones? if the stars don’t dwell on our dead bodies or take pride in a corpse, I would in fact believe that the sky does make up your soul I do believe your heart's the moon and constellations map out your veins so when they ask if our souls look down from above, I'll say I'll ask when I see you again
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Dec 28, 2013
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#astronomy#sky#death#stars#dead#miles#flames#soul#bones#constellation
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