cosmos

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she was a galaxy,

Empty but yet full

Twisted in spiral beauty,

As genes upon her soul

Darkness lurks as well

Peer into her eyes; a supernova spell

Its stardust that you see

Chaos running free

Complexity beyond imagination

Forged by past unknown

Mystery lingers within

Wandering from its home

Her mind mirrors the moon

present; perhaps not seen

Craters curved imprint

Well spoken, intelligent, keen

Cosmos pulsing through her veins

Settling in her heart

Wisdom of the heavens

Setting her apart

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aw

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