Even light will not
find your black hole, beyond
the resolution.
The mass, volume
in your eyes, measure me.
O god it were you?
Sitter was rising.
Portrait will not complete.
Artist has swept again.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2023 20:01
- Category: Nature
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