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    As the world murdered their dreams they ate the pain and filled their bellies with fire.


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    His mouth was empty and filled with regret while her bones ached for the end of everything.


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    We are all stars
    born
    from the fiery darkness
    of our mother's womb.
    Our colors vary
    our lives
    burn
    at different temperatures.
    Our deaths
    quiet
    slow
    violent
    fast.
    In the end
    we return to the darkness
    as our light streams into the void.
    Energy spreading into the future
    through the whispers of our deeds.
    We are gods.
    We are devils.
    We are eternal.


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    They would follow any path
    for the god
    that was trickled
    into their hearts and hands.


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    His body ached
    from the weight
    of the storm that followed him.
    As he struggled to free himself
    he watched
    their shadows merge
    from across a sea of silence.