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Footprints in the Stars
walking on stars of time,
each of our feet descend
into a sparkling ether
between the interlude
and the finale in
an absurdity of existence,
each step will fall away
marking its journey
showering the universe
in the star-dusted footprints
all these passing poets
from a neon time,
will find,
a softer grace in time
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