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Poetry
Let the thoughts
that haunt us
become flesh
and touch
these pages for
my memories have faded with time, becoming dreams, shadowy phantasms, of what might and could have been. So I write.
Welcome, dreamwalkers.
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You were the mystery I didn't care to solve. A silicate myth from cosmic theories born out of longing for proof. Any kind. But when the umbilical cord started to wrap around secrets too cold to crack with bare hands, one can only shiver with need- to fill a void after the sun died.
