In the rain
Everything was final
The words fell
Catastrophe
All that I feel
And she said to me
That parts of the universe
Were smaller still then myself
They didn’t feel
Or breathe or believe
They didn’t trouble themselves
Over my tragedies
She drew them out
In points of black
Clusters of star dust
Resembling galaxies
Resembling microbes
Resembling things
That makes up the parts of me
I had to abide by these truths
I had to abide by what makes up the parts of me
By Lark Song
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