We are made of stardust
that fled from a common
lonesome star,
fell from the universe
to and through
a clear summer sky.
We fell onto two different worlds,
found flesh and soul,
and raised by diffent hands,
different lives.
But when we look up
the sky,
We remember,
our hearts remember,
that once,
in the distant past,
before the world was conceived,
we belonged to the
same lonesome star.
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