we're merely just a speck of dust
among the countless others
in the web of events
that unfolded before us
and soon we will be forgotten
like the ancestors we've never known
the gods won't turn us into constellations
and the angels won't sing our names
when we're six feet underground
they won't remember what we did
we had our moment in time,
now we're just a part of history
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PoetryA collection of poems on the journey of life, love, and heartbreak. [COMPLETED]
