Stars twinkle most when they're dying.
It's funny isn't it humans can barely utter a word during death.
But stars shine brightest when they die.
Stars go out with a bang.
The world will end not with a bang but a hushed whimper.
Remember that none of us will go out with a bang.
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Poetry
PoetryIt's as deep, as I am empty. Wish I photographed the artist's name who had made this cover.
