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Under the breath of the moon, a little crowd stood for him. It was gone too soon.
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The little flames of their candle fire shone like diamonds in the sky; he was such a star .
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Thoughts of each individual standing for this procession vibrated in very rapid unstable frequencies.
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The silence across the night was not quiet. It was as loud as the trumpet of the last day because everybody could hear it; It was his own rapture.
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This same silence was as smooth as glass because everybody could feel it. How ironic as the demise of this good man.
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a very bright lightening flashed to capture the sad moment for the sake of posterity.
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The thunder roared like a large crowd in a revolt. It was obviously in agreement with the question in the hearts of the people "why do the good die young?"
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The heavens heartbroken at the sight of such pain going down on Earth, opened it's eyes and rained tears upon the sad night.
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Maya stood under heaven's tears amidst her's, her last words " This was not the TOGETHER you promised Jimmy"
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kordzTLB

adefajosekayo:
wonderful

thank you

In The Beginning
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The words were vague; without form, and void.
Emptiness was upon the face of my mind as my thoughts rowed their boats across the waters of my heart.
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Vibrating angrily outside was the old generator set of my neighbor. The sound it produced literally obliterated every meaningful word my head managed to form.
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It was a time when I felt empty and needed someone to help fill in the void that was gradually drowning me...
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I picked up my phone, scrolled through the contact list, stopped at this particular number... But decided against lowering my thumb to touch that green call button.
I did it twice again, the same result I got.
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So I decided to just write... 'But how can one so empty, fill in a blank page with words?' I asked me.
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I picked up the pen anyway and said 'let there be words' and there were words, as my pen began to scribble down alphabets...
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I divided the words. The first; the emptiness of my heart.
The second; the old rickety generator of my neighbor...
The third; a girl I want to tell how much I love but just won't.
And back to the emptiness of my heart.
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After I finished writing, I didn't know if to see that *it was good*
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Well in the beginning, I created the words on this page in my mind.
The words were without form, and void as emptiness was upon the face of my mind.
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A poem
kordzTLB

cool

She was watching the news and breastfeeding her baby at once... Obviously she was going through the news feed...

...so their relationship had an issue sometime ago, but I knew Offset won't just let Cardi B