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Marooned in space is no place for a child
Alone, encapsulated, in stasis
Growing up in separate containers
Isolation, from problems left behind
Catapulted through the rings of Saturn
On journeys measuring eons, not miles
Free from the human contamination
Awakened in a place that’s sterilized
The new world’s artificial gravity
And air scrubbed of harmful impurities
Free from opinion, safe and silent lives
Happy now, without insecurities
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2007-12-15
15:31:16
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