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Jul 2014
Sometimes when I look at the stars,
I see the faces of the ones I've lost.
The ones forgotten.
As if they hid themselves away
from the hideous faces scraping along the earth, away from me.
Just memories made of constellations, milky ways our family albums, solar systems our family trees.
Hot, flaming, swirling lights of gas moving across a plane of vast forgetfulness.
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