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NAN Feb 24
Sleep my beloved, upon the field of stars.
    Ardent and bright, in the nothingness that awaits.
I hear your whispers upon my heart,
   I hear its beating in response,
     I laugh and I cry at the same time,
         in this pleasure grief but endures,
             but my happiness lasts unchanged
Sleep my beloved, hear my lullaby.
in the nothingness of the cosmos, paint me a sign upon constellations
-Towards our future meeting,
     unaware, we are already there
        for in you my soul dies,
              and my heart sleeps.
A tired poet named Nan+
    A Dead Poet.

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