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Jul 2020
as of tonight I am one with the stars
a glass splinter of many
meticulously distributed by the hand
that shattered the shining jar

nourished by the garlic half moon
peeled it off and
cut it into shape
for my marginal nocturnal treat

im here to disappear
a repeating onetime chance
what’s between shall remain as
a clasping ray to heavenβ€˜s gate
Written by
Knut Kalmund  22/M
(22/M)   
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