He burnt the moon trying to catch the sun
Luna’s zenith; aflame—no higher
An epilogue written in the sky by stars read
Here lies the man who tried to catch fire
He tarnished silver while searching for gold
And all he holds are the remnants of a sold out soul

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Grew up in the Essex countryside and currently resides in London. Passing through his 30s far too quickly. Likes: writing, design, the arts, and copious amounts of coffee. He is working on his first novel.

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