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Sep 2016
The twilight stole the last
of the remaining day.
And threw a crystal glass
Into the ceiling of the universe.
Each of a billion slivers catching
the sun's purest light far far away.
From the other side of oblivion.
And we called them stars.
Just a thought
Open to scientific explanations
Lol
Jude
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Doug Potter
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