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life
even well
it ends badly
a sky does its dark
try as we may
all for even the best
here we are then not
it’s severally so
you’d have to had been there
had to be otherworldly to tell
the package bust open
seed spread
say golden for our sun
the ink still pouring out of a night
all ache until
it’s only here
too late
big deal for not long
even the life of a star
only a body sees us out
it transpired life on other worlds
is more likely purple than green
this was in my feed
pick up the trail to leave off
the church wrings out is knell
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