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For when you leave Earth in search of your own little planet


We are walking. It is dark.
Black sky touches the black grass.
The Earth sways and we are caught in its motion.
Our feet do not touch the ground.
We are suspended.
Fully connected to Earth and sky.
The black grass tickles my ankles.
You laugh.
I lurch forward.
We are hurtling through space and stars.
I begin to unravel as my hair pulls away from my scalp
Leaving shiny threads of black blood trailing behind me.
You touch my hand as space swirls around our heads.
Little planets in your eyes.

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