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Empty your mind into the sleeping sky
as it watches you from above,
it means no harm,
Only comfort to your restless soul.

Let the stars swall your tears
as they slide from your eyes,
for they crave the burn of your humanity
sliding down your cheek.

Cry to the planets
for the need to hear you,
as you pour your soul into theirs

The comets hold their breath
while they wait for yours.

And when you exhale one more time,
A sigh of relases echoes through the universe





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