my life,
and
your life,
make no difference
to the universe.
we are forgotten,
and replaced,
by things better than us.
we believe
that we can leave
an infinite mark
on the universe,
that we will be
remembered forever.
but one day,
even the earth will turn to dust,
and all of our memories
will float out into the void,
and disappear,
forever.
'*'
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...