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The Space Doctors

The doctors on board scrabble forward in the corridors,
Ahead of those who struggle, those enlightening few
That are abhorrent and blue in pain, never in blithe moods
But forsaking the doctors of the star ship, damaging themselves,
Falling into the mysterious planet with their thoughts and brain.
The way back to the ocean of black space is dangerous,
Full of courage is the doctor who steers you in the right direction.
If the stars were to huddle, their white light staggering and alarming,
Like storms of matter and light,
The weird world of doctors would blow up and explode

Like blood cells too huge, openly a gruesome result.
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