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When I step into the night sky,
I become outnumbered,
Burdened by the infinite companion that holds my hand tighter,
With each step I take into the night sky.
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Gradually, careful not to wake the dreamers,
I jump in a world where sound does not exist,
Nor the ruckus that I am used to.
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When I jump into the night sky,
I pass by crowds formed by shapes that do not exist,
Occupying space that never ends,
But in that endless space,
I saw this shape watching the space roll and keep rolling,
Until the shape started rolling with it.
About the Creator
Ty
Using words to paint pictures




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