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She was the nebula A cloud of planetary dust but light The silhouette of possibilities that somehow fell together Imploding within herself-her irises of Sun Matter in the purest form The body that created stars through other orbiting bodies as small and meaningful as life They used to call her impossible But the facts can't lie as she does As open as the sky reflecting back her own light A nebula of time
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
Nebel
She was the nebula A cloud of planetary dust but light The silhouette of possibilities that somehow fell together Imploding within herself-her irises of Sun Matter in the purest form The body that created stars through other orbiting bodies as small and meaningful as life They used to call her impossible But the facts can't lie as she does As open as the sky reflecting back her own light A nebula of time
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
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