tell me then, how you know of such a place?
death has not yet touched your face
so tell me how you know
you have not seen this place
tell me how you know
the wonders and sounds of space
i have met with the stars
we raced them to mars
we are light years apart
yet i heard every remark
oh it is a fine thing
to talk amongst the stars
and i raced callisto
towards the eclipse o’
my flower
tell me how you know!
saturn, mars, pluto
tell me how you know
of these tales
from my home?
BY JESSICA MARY DAVIES
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jessica moonan davies
in a world of my own🐇
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obsessed with alice in wonderland, remus lupin, space, and anything mythical or gothic
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It always amazes me how words can deliver such powerful blows to one's soul. This certainly struck mine, and in the best way
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I LOVE WRITING ABOUT SPACE