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He woke up one day
Not able to shed any tears
His name on display
Titled "abandoned by peers"
One discovery, one knife
What was once known as pluto
Had been dismantled by life
Classified as 134-four-three-zero
Still standing in the infinite darkness of night
Now a number amongst many
I wonder
When did humans become so petty?
— Bea Wavy
February 3, 2021 12:31am
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Noctuary
Thơ caNoctuary~ The record of a single nights events, thoughts, or dreams. A nightly journal ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ So some poems may seem confusing because this is my Noctuary. My though...
