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She curves to the sky
Offers herself to the stars
Who silently shine
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Caitlin Jill Anders
Full-time writer with anxiety just figuring it out.
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Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
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