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This beautiful world 

spins on its axis 

at a thousand miles an hour

hurtling through a dark empty void 

but I am standing still. 

In the city

I can see twinkles of light

but they are not the stars

They are the windows of people

living laughing and loving 

but my bedroom has no windows 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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