what greater ceiling than the night sky?
where else can I breathe in and feel the universe fill my lungs?
or be surrounded by such unimaginable infinity?
for when do I feel smaller, more vastly and impossibly humbled, than when looking up at the stars?
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कविताmy system is clogged with metaphor and i need to get it out A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY (!) nb: if lack of capitalisation and 'artistic' punctuation don't tickle your pickle, apologies but this book is not for you [working title] probable swearing... y...
