Land towards the great apart,
Driving swirling through the start
Faster faster soon to break,
Crash forward into melted ache
Galvanizing springs our wake,
Fragile forms are all we make.
Fragile.
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themischiefmemoirs 
Little mote of dust,
Little crumb from the crust,
Little ray of light shines on both at last,
And beauty is eternal.
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Gorgeous!
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