You and your diamond skin,
Reaching out over mountains,
Falling between the cracks,
Falling out,
Somewhere.
If it wasn't for this galaxy between us,
No need for a rocket,
A rocket ship,
Zipping past supernovas.
Waving at the stars.
Are they waving back?
The stars,
Can they read our determination,
Or do they live on in ice,
In diamond skin.
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