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Jan 2020
once
the
Stars
are
reduced
to
Ashes
truly,
every
single
thing
will have meant
Nothing

...

Though, its love
its joy
its everything
will
live on
in the vast darkness,
a ripped sail

without a
strong wind

to rip
it
Apart
Antonyme
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Antonyme  14/M/6 feet below
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