Pulvis et Umbra
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  • Reads 2,449
  • Votes 507
  • Parts 101
  • Time 44m
Complete, First published May 15, 2017
we write our stories
on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives
these are my stories 
i build them 
so you can relate
and perhaps we won't be so alone

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"I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one left to find me."
- @FieryFandomDragon 

highest ranking: #350 in poetry

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