Celine Socrates Biography

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We come to the conclusion
that falling stars bear
the weight
of a child’s fingers groping for
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Silence is how one addresses the need for depth; when poverty for words becomes a mere exercise of virtue, a rite of passage to scars. Small wounds clot with time, until all that is left is the stiff coating that shreds off at the slightest movement.

Forgetting is so easy, once scars have ceased to be.
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The bronze knob fits
inside my fist like
handshake.
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We are pressed
between
the Before and the After,
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