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Poet: Arta Amiti
Khloe Sedlak
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We are all made of stardust;
A funny thought
for people like us
Who can see no worth in our existence and have no reason for persistence
For how could it be that beautiful stars could create bodies so imperfect as ours? It would be better fitting if we
were instead made from gravel or concrete.
We are not pretty, we are not bright;
We aren’t seen, we don’t light up the night But even so, perhaps we may dream
That there is more to our lives than there seems.
We are all made of stardust;
A comforting thought
For people like us,
who may hope that things can one day be right That we may have beauty; that we may be lights.
