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this night the world stopped turning
the stars retreated from the universe into a mental void created by mad minds
dark holes depict their desperation
I stared at the nightly sky in wonder, all alone
wondering where we are now and where we are going
is there room for more in less or for less in more
duplicated singularities are designed from just dust
this earth is small but infinit
I plant my hope in its soil and hope it will grow


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