Later, in the end
When everything is but a crooked symmetry of space dust
Would they see we’re a (clean) dried-out toilet once full of shit and piss
Of men who are dicks that we all are and from the asses of the gods we kiss
Either that, or forgotten in the palm of Milky Way –
Vivien Marie Lopez
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