You could be a shooting star
Racing across pitch-dark ceilings
To final destiny,
Beautiful in glamour light
And in simplicity
Or
You could be a black planet,
Miles from the sun and turned
From all pallid starlight
Spinning an eternity
Of whispered thoughts,
Alone.
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this explains my feelings about a lot of things in very few words.
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