Crushed Vagabond Pebbles
They often cascade from a creator's mind.
Those shooting stars in a black shawl night.
Some are light-years afar, others frightfully close.
Some are dulled and forever scarred.
Others sashay through life as sequined ghosts.
Some are connected in a mental constellation.
Some dwell outside Einstein's immaculate equation.
Some are crushed vagabonds in space and time.
Some kiss the mouths of ravenous devils.
Some are candelabra in the blackest of eyes.
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