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27/M A collection of my ramblings, hope you enjoy them 🙃
Adrift asleep, Among the stars, Eternity sleeps, Existence discards, Flashes of light, Rush right past, While this cosmic giant, Slumbers so fast.
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Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 10:44 PM UTC
Father Black
Offspring! to all of creation. A child! of your own constellation. In the universe's own desperation, to define a single location! Along the dismount of concentration. The ever growing degradation. Bound only by your imagination. So stand up! And be, it’s salvation.
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 4:19 PM UTC
Cosmic child
Love is learnt and failure leads to hate. The journey is our gift and the cage that seals our fate.
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
Ensue
Adrift asleep, Among the stars, Existence arrives, As it discards, Flickers of light, Rush right past, The cosmic giant, Slumbers so fast.
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
Black
Hello, poetry? Where have you gone, The world needs you now, To sing it’s song. Hello, poetry? Where have you gone, You sang so proud, But now, you’ve gone!
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC
Hello, Poetry?
God is dead, and my world is so much bigger. God is dead, and my life is so much smaller. God is dead, and I am alone for ever.
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC
Check
Refresh refresh, Zero it still says, Refresh refresh, Zero it still says....
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
Zero
Adrift asleep, Among the stars, Existence pops in, As it discards, Flickers of light, Rush right past, The cosmic giant, Slumbers so fast.
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
Black
I am alone inside of you, While being alone inside of me, I am alone inside of everyone, Who has ever met me! Me, who is me, Is he the me inside of you, Or the me inside of me, Could he be the me inside of anyone, Who has ever met me? But there is no me, or even you, No single individual, Can really be true, When they’re created by the minds, Of really quite a few.
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Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
Am I?
The days after the revolution, have turned sour, We lost what was important, in that bitter hour, We gave our strength, in the face of their power, We confined ourselves, in this political tower, We grew them in hate, like a poppy flower!
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Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
The Inevitable Fall