What is that place?
Look closely at the stars, in this strange place,
Thinly sliced between worlds like lace.
Since all you can fear, is what you hold dear.
Your heart closed to the surface, for good reason at best,
With every opening you have to pay, isn't power worth more anyway?
(I can't write poems help)
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