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Dec 2011
ah,   the sky fell
                 and nothing was left
but the stars
    
what resilience;
we tore it all down
   until destruction
              clung
to the air

we breathed it in;
prophetic dust
         in our lungs
telling us
β€˜a conclusion is inescapable’
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