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She wrote love stories to hide the fact that she didn’t have one of her own.
 Nov 2018 Isaiah
Sophia
Who are we?
 Nov 2018 Isaiah
Sophia
As we sit down to our dinners,
as we open our romance books,
people die.

We sip our water;
their guts spill open.
We study our notes;
their planes crash.

We live;
they die.
We breathe;
they suffocate.

We are testaments to chance,
to luck, to possibility.

We are not products of God.

We are blind goats trotting on our path
before we perish, suddenly,
and vanish into death.

— The End —