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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Twenyeight
He closed his eyes, and passed the rings of Jupiter. A lifetime away, but not his lifetime.
I do not exist. I am only accidental.
A cry, "death! death!" but he screams "life!" to the echo. To anyone who would listen. To only himself.
I closed my eyes, and passed the rings of Saturn.
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