by EvanescentMoon
As geniuses design;
my destiny’s canvas,
requiem of sanity-
stirs, a sullen howl.
Floating in the shadows-
of forever dusk;
mysteries unmasked,
I’m but a petite sight.
Caught in the web of throes,
as darkness devours light.
Now, a night to recant;
my world–of no beauty.
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Prompt: So because pluto is small it can’t be a planet, does that mean those that are genetically small can’t be human?
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Copyright (C) 2010 by EvanescentMoon
Written date : 2010-06-10
Image Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/R. Hurt (SSC-Caltech)
Credit: NASA/Caltech
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