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Michael Hill May 2016
drifting through space
where time itself will never ends
no air to breathe no gravity to be had
no sounds no light
just blackness darkening your eyes
as you drift further out
you pass the planets and there moons
as years pass you begin to see
these tiny stars grow
eventually glowing so bright
your eyes can hold no more
as you continue drifting though space
not time
you begin to break apart
space has ****** every bit of you
and now you a part of it
for space can't die like everything else
it will live on forever
even when light itself is gone

— The End —