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You are where my thoughts burn out
Where my passion dies and I cannot be seen by those around me
Where I cease to exist
You are the event horizon in my soul
An ego so over powering Mother Nature stands still
A phenomena that is hard to comprehend
Where my thoughts burn out, my passion dies, and I cease to exist

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we talked black holes fri in philosophy class....

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This is one of the most

This is an extremely powerful poem! Thank you for sharing.

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:) you are welcome love

:) you are welcome love


Much Love

Ashley