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May 2019
There is no sudden state of reality
It's no perfect with uncertainty
When the stars collide as we
Built a new world in a void of destiny.

See the grasp of gravity
Pulling us down
As we go up in a way called milky
Everything we have is long gone.
I don't know
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   Bogdan Dragos
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