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In the crevice of conflation the planets watch,   In awe as the worlds collide Each solar system fusing as one To create a world unlike any other Being pulled into a hole in the universe Darker than the empty night sky And the lack of stars The constellations pulled apart Like strings being snapped When in an instant It all stops For a few mere seconds everything is calm Until BAM The self destruction of the colliding worlds Was a beauty to be marvelled at Each system seemed to explode And paint the dreary sky Creating an array of colors Forming new strung stars, Reshaping the old ones And starting a new life for everything That once was
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Black Hole
In the crevice of conflation the planets watch,   In awe as the worlds collide Each solar system fusing as one To create a world unlike any other Being pulled into a hole in the universe Darker than the empty night sky And the lack of stars The constellations pulled apart Like strings being snapped When in an instant It all stops For a few mere seconds everything is calm Until BAM The self destruction of the colliding worlds Was a beauty to be marvelled at Each system seemed to explode And paint the dreary sky Creating an array of colors Forming new strung stars, Reshaping the old ones And starting a new life for everything That once was
Space, the final frontier
Emiliute
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
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