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Mar 2014
tonight, I am born
launched through the galaxies and star clusters
the membrane of the universe, on its edge
the faults that **** me in
a swirling catastrophe
you won't see me.
I am nothing.
an absence.
the end of space-time, space in its whole
is gone.
sabrina
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sabrina  new york
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