134340 (pluto)
I may not be
A part of it anymore
But I do still love my family.
From my atmosohere to my core.
I miss you my friends
If only I could
But I really am. Inside.
Burying my face in my hands
Bursting into tears.
I wish I could still be a part of the family of yours.
But you are, my child. Here in our hearts, you are.
~sun
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Poetry"The sky is a lake of clouds, imagination, and dreams. The galaxy is a sea of stars, hope, and beauty. And the universe is an ocean of planets, love, and darkness." A series of amateur prose and poetry about the celestial bodies up in the sky, made...
