Cacophonies, Constellations, and Cigarette Butts like Stars #7

I want to be like Shakespeare,

Screaming out “I knew you!”

Before you were nothing to me but a skull in the ground

Plucked from fate by the hand of someone else;

Before you were nothing but another tremor,

A meteorite eaten into dust and dirt and death.

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