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The Pulsar In Death

Conned and figured as natures blue hand, The remains of pulsar reaching outwards; Against nebulas field, ions-electrons Magnetized to escape as X rated pulses: Spun matter to burn lets nothing escape; After eon's we learn what they do today. Prompt:- Cosmic Hand Picture Prompt:- http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20090405/sc_space/cosmichandreachesforthelight

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