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The Script
It's time to rewrite the script,
To change course of the story.
For history has been a set in stone,
But the future is blank.
As the stars of the night,
And sun of the morning,
Bear witness.
For it's the our story,
Not your alone, ours,
The book of you and I.
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The Stars in my Hands
PoetryThe stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien
