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Guest post :The dying star.

May 3, 2017

When I was a star,

I filled the heavens with delight.

So bright, I shunned the spiteful dark

that denied the roaming thrill.


When I was a star,

I found peace in me by needlessly sharing my glory,

to the weightless floating bodies

skimming far and wide into the emptiness.


But I was quick to forget,

the spark I’d once instilled,

in what appeared senseless.

I sucked it all in in a huge pit of bitterness.


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