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here is a star in the middle of my eye. When I blink, I send panic throughout the universe.
2.
Everybody gives in to temptation some time. It is not a matter of willpower or faith or providence. The fine line between thought and action is not a line at all. To think of sin is to sin. This means I’m already guilty.
3.
From the common room’s porthole, I can only see an endless black, speckled by the occasional smattering of pinprick light. The glass that separates me from the void outside is regulation thick and impossible to break. I’ve tried.
4.
I first heard you sing my name when I was five years old. I was playing in the Atellant Room, floating with the other children happy zero-G, unaware that just an hour earlier, my mother had died. I loved that old woman whose smile
