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Burning as the smallest star I tried to be the moon, To reflect your brilliance My pure, fire-hearted sun But I must burn myself, Weakly, in my own destruction For I have only ever known How to set myself alight Dark flames, burning out I am easily covered And like the stars Once you truly see my light I am already dead and gone I am as dust, striving To implode and remake myself Some nebula, some galaxy Dies with me and again I create myself anew, I was not born to daylight To reflection or true brightness I am the dark It is all I know, and that Is why to burn in safety Will never be my destiny.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
My own galaxy.
Burning as the smallest star I tried to be the moon, To reflect your brilliance My pure, fire-hearted sun But I must burn myself, Weakly, in my own destruction For I have only ever known How to set myself alight Dark flames, burning out I am easily covered And like the stars Once you truly see my light I am already dead and gone I am as dust, striving To implode and remake myself Some nebula, some galaxy Dies with me and again I create myself anew, I was not born to daylight To reflection or true brightness I am the dark It is all I know, and that Is why to burn in safety Will never be my destiny.
tara-india
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
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