9A Poem by Starkcross-section when a body, a corpse gets cut open it becomes nothing more but a glimpse into that beings life into it's past, who it was before it becomes nothing more than a learning experience an opportunity to learn and recover from it's indecisions, it's mistakes As its cosmic reason of being becomes clouded by it's decay we realize, we see clearly how tiny we all truly are in the grand equation of things in the cosmic emotions of life we are specks we barely exist, barely matter barely Longing for life, for love diminishes everything we were set out to be, to do. S
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