It might blow away later
Stop creating dead stars
They won't shine clear enough
And life there's impossible
Let them fall, melt and merge in the valley of dropped things
Place so filled with pain, it's memories following through time
Leave them there
Just wonder if it's wrong that I don't care?
Always ready to jump onto the next moon,
weightless without worries
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