Tender Suspension

January 16, 2009
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Each mangled star upon the sky,
Rests harmless up above,
Fit so perfectly in the seams,
Like a velvet glove,

There the light was so precious,
None would wish to share,
The scraped bottoms of the heavens,
Push their light through there,

Their glimmering sight is much surpressed,
By the darkness that surround,
They prickle through the galaxy,
Without a humbleness of sound,

They stray off, Unnoticed by the calm,
Lost in the prescience of time,
They feel the serenity of emptiness,
And wander the galaxy blind

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