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Saturday 1 August 2009

Fifty Odd Words No. 27

Shooting stars cross our hearts.

They are invisible at first: distant. And out of a deep night constructed from pinpricks in the void, the light approaches faster and harder, growing ever brighter: dazzling shrieking cascading blinding light. Virgin, unabashed. It fades to nothing.

Our emotions are amputated.

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