A star ran away from its constellation,
seeking a name beyond gravity.
It wandered through nebulae like an orphan,
dreaming of planets that might call it home.
In its wandering glow,
I saw myself—
a drifting light
trying to invent a destiny.
A star ran away from its constellation,
seeking a name beyond gravity.
It wandered through nebulae like an orphan,
dreaming of planets that might call it home.
In its wandering glow,
I saw myself—
a drifting light
trying to invent a destiny.
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