I AM A BLACK HOLE WAITING FOR THE END BECAUSE THEY SAID IT WOULD END IN A BANG AND I NEED TO SEE THE LIGHT ONE MORE TIME.
- eons dance along to the sound of accordion breaths but they're all the same, so so so dark.
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SUN SETTING
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