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Poems, etc.


Shrink
When a star dies all of its life force retreats to the center, the heart. A white dwarf, they call it. Dull but lively, dying with all...

Sarah
Nov 20, 20241 min read
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We Avert Our Eyes
I wrote a poem that I've since forgotten — about golden nightingales, about tiny dogs in tiny caskets. One day, when I find the words...

Sarah
Nov 8, 20241 min read
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