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Black Constellation
The movements that have shaped my life will awkwardly act as the final inscription, halfheartedly, floating above the frenzied rivers of my whispering childhood. Where one day my ashes will oscillate anxiously, burdened by the inevitable collapse of a cosmic rhythm we all share.
Published 10th Feb 2018
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Life is both beautiful and painful in its promise of the ephemeral.
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