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Dec 2015
Do the stars not create within themselves the very thing that will cause their own death?
Are we not made out of the corpses of those stars?
We have that which destroys the stars, coursing through our veins.
You can taste that poison in the smallest drop of crimson liquid life that flows through us all.
How do we escape from that dark matter destiny, when we can’t deny the slaying of those giants as it drips from our hands?
We are destined to destroy everything we touch, for we are the serial killers of light.

But hope is renewed when you look through eyes of love, and gaze upon someone worthy, bathed in the light of a star. Just think about the photons formed millions of years ago finally finding their way through that fiery furnace. Only to travel 93 million more miles with the sole purpose of illuminating the one... and they certainly don't go to waste when their destiny is set to flow, creating glow, in order to show the beauty contained within a face. Perfectly framed by curls of coiffure waves that caress the curves of which compliment a smile brighter than it all.
Written by
ANDREW D AUGSPURGER  Neosho, MO
(Neosho, MO)   
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   --- and Nigel Finn
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