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Cicero Beneath the electric star,
Slave to its orderly constellation,
A Rose rested an instant,
WIthout soil or water
To bed it down.
"I think you're waiting for me," she whispered
As I blurred past.
"Relatively we're all waiting for soemthing,"
I answered carefully.
"Then we're as true as time," she said.
And I stopped to agree.
For beauty so stellar rarely idles long.
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