I am nothing but dust,
from stars long gone,
that was crafted carefully,
by the hands of existence,
years before I was ever birthed,
or even a mere thought,
my soul already was,
but my existence was not,
until the night the air,
was filled with the sent of lust,
stars began exploding,
and from their dust,
I began to form,
deep in the depths of space,
until the day I was born.
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