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Mar 27
at dusk, and for a brief moment
i sat at the edge of the setting sun
a single breath away from unravelling
because the universe had conspired against me
and the goddess, whom i loved
was nowhere to be found.
Written by
ajasco  M/south of the Niger River.
(M/south of the Niger River.)   
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   Vianne Lior
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