Not Mans' Home.

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By Tyler Cedric Golden

Unknown, unknown, hidden and alone, Cold and dark, Yet shiny with many marks, With many things in it, that no one knows anything about, It has black holes that suck up everything like a colossal sized mouth, Many planets, many stars, many asteroids, many meteors, and many other unknowns, More than likely this place will never be known as something like a mans home.

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