talks of stars and galaxies in the most non-scientific way
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I am thankful for the things
I find
in dreams
Another world
far away
yet
Always within me
The fault, dead Brutus, is not in our stars, but in our hearts, that we are underlings to the catastrophic nature of sentiment.
If I am a combination of everyone I have ever known,then you are the stitches sewn.
