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Four

  • Jul 27, 2024
  • 1 min read

On the shore of the river of time I stand by myself, ripples on the surface,


life in the grave where everyone is bound to go one day, a moon-sealed fate.


She has told them: “The universe is waiting for you to return with all your atoms.”


We pass on to the afterlife like clouds in our boats on the river of time.

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