The ones who hate the world,
at some point loved too much.
Part of my heart still falls apart
under the weight of your hush.
I'm not saying I'm lonely,
only that I missed your voice.
Fortune tends to favor the brave,
But we didn't have a choice.
To slip the surly bonds of Earth
and meet among the galaxies,
dance with me the tiger's dance
in our constellation of complexity.
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