we scintillating
drift swirling
in our own
individual
paths
we make our ways
not by the
Southern Cross
for this is comprised
of stars
but by this little
blue marble
we call
EARTH*
soulsurvivor
(C) 6/7/2015
We revolve around this
little ball
shedding little lights
Little do we know that
we are, in fact,
SUNS
dedicated to
poetessa diabolica
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