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Death of a Content Creator
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A Thursday Evening’s Indiscretion
Dawn had come and past,
the tulips never yawned and the dew only hardened in sticky clumps upon the leaves
of the shrubs and stuck to the trees like their own sap.
The Sun didn’t awaken this morning.
There was a fire display within the cosmic zone during twilight yesterday,
and here that darn Sun got himself intoxicated by gorging on falling stars that zig-zagged
through the sky
while playing tag with the meteors.
A fond reminder that every organic thing
has a boisterous adolescence;
and a grim caution
that even the Patriarch to life can have misjudgments, too.
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