The narrator predicted this would happen;
a great escape from fate.
That the instant amount of time:
would reflect all known variables?
In the universe!
A collection of stars. . .
- taken above.
The heavens -
have created.
In the sweet sorrow of words,
fascination proved me wrong.
The entropy of an inveitable love.
Failed to fake.
The magic of ethic.
A sound of trash in the democracy.
The is a sign of life in ruins.
I've spotted a grease stain,
and its isolated my grief.
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