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Last published Mon, May 22, 2017
This is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that gives off its own light entirely; that scintillates. These are simply some of my explosive, supernova-like thoughts; and mostly mindful drabble.
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