o, crashing doubt upon us,
such as gravity grounds meteors,
burning us smaller and hotter,
as we rip along through
layers upon layers of atmosphere.
Impact was subtle though,
with nary a crater
or fissure between us,
and we cooled down softly,
slightly steaming
on a December afternoon.
It's our love of course,
and our friendship,
that let us perforate the skies
without qualm,
or any harm
to become of us.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
o, crashing doubt upon us,
such as gravity grounds meteors,
burning us smaller and hotter,
as we rip along through
layers upon layers of atmosphere.
Impact was subtle though,
with nary a crater
or fissure between us,
and we cooled down softly,
slightly steaming
on a December afternoon.
It's our love of course,
and our friendship,
that let us perforate the skies
without qualm,
or any harm
to become of us.
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