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there is a boy who watches from the stars.
a million miles away.
where the sky is black.
and the stars and the dust collide to form shades of burgundy and mauve that rip and tear across the darkness like blotches of ink.
the tears rise around in colossal towers of vibrant colours, speckled with glints of silver and gold as the others sleep.
here is a nursery.
where the stars s l e e p .
and where one of them watches.
here is a nursery.
where the stars w a t c h .
and where a boy watches because he is one of them.
a million miles away, staring at the speck of life in the abyss.
here is a boy.
and he is armie.
this is a r m a g e d d o n.
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Armie
Short Storyhere is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.
