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As i sit,
I am a cold distance from the sun.
with my orbit destroyed
and resting in my hands.
Destroyed from the dawn
of a new idea.
waiting in the wings to fly,
the thought suffocates in space
and slowly,
painfully dies.
I am a cold distance
from the sun.
stars mark the great length
and the beauty
i never witnessed.
I am a cold reason
to CRAVE the heat.
so desolate, so isolated
so cold, so hated
misunderstood, mistreated.
I am your run-of-the-mill
shooting star, burning
out the space.
you will wish on me,
as i pass rapidly
from your view-
a streak of the night
cutting holes in the dark facade
but with a blink,
i am gone.
You wish on me,
but will you wish for me?
i exist for you-
i cant wish on myself,
and i will pass too quickly by
to find the other hopes out here
tearing through your sky.
I am a cold distance
from the sun.
I am once wished,
then forever gone.
and forever chilled.
and
forever abandoned
in the darkness of my home.
in the darkness of the void.
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