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Prior to the Afterlife

The ceiling sparkled; I saw the big dipper, then the little one. The painters needed a bigger tip for their creative execution. Without a warning to prepare, a requiem played. The symphony corned all aspects of a so-called classic; muffled screams, vulgar tongues and your tears – Silence doesn’t come fast and I begged for forgiveness and solidarity whilst connecting the dots of Orion.

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