SOMETHING SPACEY FOR SPICE

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Loneliness is a black hole
Stretching time,
Stretching space.
I can hear the stars murmur.
I can hear the wails of lonely asteroids.
I can heat the clink-clank of discarded junk once part of humanity's "fuck you!" to the unbelievers.
The vacuum adds to the joke
The cold threatens to become familiar
SOS.

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