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Sometimes....
We wish we were particles,
floating meaninglessly,
through hemispheres...

Like forgotten breaths,
tickling the stars.....

Sometimes....
Forever seems too short.
And galaxies; clusters of planets
... Aren't prone to excite.....

As if the sky just hangs,
nothing, but a curtain to our eyes.....

And perhaps, darkness is covered over,
with the stretching light, that travels from our past, or even,
our future.....

But sometimes...
... (Most of the time)

We do wish, on burning balls of nothing,
pinned to the atmosphere.
In hope, that there's something

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