in the beginning,
we are alone.
in the end,
we are alone.
that's fine.
most books,
have more than just two pages.
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n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
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in the beginning,
we are alone.
in the end,
we are alone.
that's fine.
most books,
have more than just two pages.
