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This is not about anyone.

Nothing.

I'm never entirely sure.

The clock is ticking, ever slowly. Life’s so short, but death is so long. And my lungs breathe in night air,but you've already been there. We..

I watched the stars fall out of the sky. The cut out shapes in the meadow. I smelled the wars within, the dead that sinks in. The whole world ro..

Random memories

This is a memoir written in a poem.