Teeth

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My soul had yet to exist

For all the years of time
Counting the man made religions
Meant to explain my elusiveness
So when I finally was after billions
Of years amongst the stars
My permanence was questioned

And I fell in love 
With the star dust in your hair
And tattooed my skin
With the marks of your shattered teeth

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