08-05-2024
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Hydrogen implodes silently in space,
Destined to decay. Womb, its resting place.
Constellations form, greener pastures traced.
“But they shined so bright! What could they have faced?”
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Note: all demos are uploaded in an unadultered state. Meaning, whatever they were when I banged em out is what they are now.