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Poetry

Renewal

18 April 2018

To be jettisoned into space,
disintegrating amongst the silence,
bleached & violated by cosmic tidings,
finally twinkling as stardust within the void.

Or perhaps I should be thrust into the Earth,
devoured by fastidious impetus,
forgotten & dormant amongst the soil,
lovingly sprouting life from my ribs.


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