Life tried to speak,
another existence,
decades of denial,
that decayed,
until he was standing,
saying his name,
under the starless sky,
hushed and hopeful,
that the world would echo back,
and suddenly,
the sky was so full of stars,
saying his name,
hushed and hopeful,
that he could hear them.
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