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A late night thought inspired this poem at 3am. Maybe when we die everything just goes completely silent. No sound for eternity… our souls woven into the silent fabric of the universe.
By James PicardA late night thought inspired this poem at 3am. Maybe when we die everything just goes completely silent. No sound for eternity… our souls woven into the silent fabric of the universe.

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