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Ongoing, First published Jan 09, 2017
Revolving on that very familiar axis. The sympathising eyes of the universe never stopped staring... Saying "oh! I so wanted to be so bright and blinding" But I guess they never knew what a loss they're at.  Cos looking back I so wish I never was the sun itself. Cos now I'm no different from the moon with no light to radiate. I'm utterly made of black. Just black. 

A became an ink without my consent spreading out on a canvas I wasn't sure was mine, a canvas I wasn't sure belonged to me, one I wasn't sure I owned. I splatter on with my beautiful colour watching it dissolve into something mundane - made of black and white- 
 
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