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the 'Fist' & the 'Pacifist'
Though my soul may set in darkness, it shall rise in perfect light,
I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.
Sunday, May 30, 2004
21 grams

They say we all lose 21 grams
at the exact moment of our death
everyone...

The weight of a stack of nickels,
The weight of a chocolate bar,
The weight of a hummingbird.

The weight of our soul perhaps?
How much we meant to others?
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