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In Orbit

September 29, 2018
By J3 BRONZE, Edison, New Jersey
J3 BRONZE, Edison, New Jersey
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Why am I trapped in an endless circle?

asked the golden planet, purple cloak clasped around his neck.

Why am I scavenging for gravity?

questioned the envious moon, removing her salvaging gloves.

Why am I held in place by strings?

inquired the irrational belt, scattered by space. 

Why am i everywhere?

whispered the dark matter. 

Why do i envelope all things matter

under my cold colorless hue?

Why do i breathe like a criminal?

After all,

Someone has to clean up. 

Why do I paint my debris?

screamed the dying star, organs tumbling out. 

Why do I have an appetite?

cried the hopeless blackhole, clutching a splattered spoon.

But, 

whispered the dark matter once more,

Someone has to clean up. 



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