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LOVE STORY

In a galaxy not so far away, I stood in the command centre of the ‘Sinero’ (don’t ask i have no idea why we named it that either) and took in the sights I was privy to through the strong Plexiglas that stood between us and outer space.

The space station was the pride and joy of our defence corps; it has regularly been defined as the sturdiest structure in the world. We were probably the most elite force in the world but we didn’t even have a name; we just kinda called ourselves the defence corps. That was it, but we were feared and revered all over the world.

A Happy Poem

You once asked me to write a happy poem

“Why so gloomy babe? The world is beautiful”

For you My Love,

I could write about the sun rise

Kissing my face gently at dawn

As I wake, tangled with you

After long nights

I won’t mention the emptiness

I now feel at those moments

Those same rays, now unwelcome intruders

When I am here alone

My only company, the demons that you left

The Girl Called Fortunate

I’ve been told the stars have names, every single one of them. That some people who did not have problems decided to pass their time by naming them. White people! How is that even possible? There are too many of them and they all look alike, how could the namers tell them apart?

I try to concentrate more as I look at them, to see if I will notice some differences that had earlier eluded me but I see none, the only difference is that some are bigger and brighter.

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