Satellite to a Comet (Letter Poem)

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You whip by me so fast,
I always wind up dizzy,
my gears turning in tune to your heat,
but you are circling something else,
our orbits always just missing.
And everytime I catch up to you resting,
My machine made creations melt in your fire
and you fall away from me,
reaching for constellations I was never programmed to follow.






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