Space Junk
as if it was yours to own
it was only there to touch
passing on to someone
who’s going very long
you're needing it now
it's never coming back
It must be given away
with no strings attached
missing home
missing warmth
people who loved you
are all gone now
we who never evolved
we who got stuck
our eyes gorging on
that shiny space junk
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