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I let a confession soar,
soar so high
as to transcend the sky.
But little did I know
that transcendence
needs shattering.
So the sky cracked
like the glass
on my window
and its shards
were lost
to the endless void
that is my heart-
a gluttonous black hole.
What of the confession?
I own it no more.
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