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Last Will and Testament


I, Proxima Centauri, 
of 424 G-cloud Nebula Road, 
Centaurus Constellation City, 
Solar System
revoke all former wills 
and interstellar dispositions made by me 
and declare this to be 
my last will and testament.
 
I hereby appoint Helios Sol
to be the sole executor of this will 
and bequeath to Helios Sol
all my atomic and personal property
of hydrogen, of dust, of shine,
whatsoever and wheresoever.
 
Provided that if Helios Sol predeceases me 
leaving children alive at my explosion,
then I appoint such of those protostars
as have attained the age of 2 billion years 
to be the executors of this will 
and I hand all my atomic and personal property 
to such children who have survived  
and are alive at my collapse
and ensue equal shares of helium 
absolutely. 
 
In witness of which 
I have set my outer layers to this,
at the presumed 4,000°K,
my will this 28th day 
of November, year 6.5 billion.
Signed by the above 
named Proxima Centauri
 
in our presence
and by us in Mother Universe.
 
 
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Format inspired by http://www.astral-consultancy.co.uk./it/studio/willguide/?page=4
 
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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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MVP-Most Valuable Poet
<p>check out my other poems</p><p>i have a deep attachment with the harsh realities of the world we live in</p><p>i explore outside of that immediate surrounding by evolving myself to new experiences</p><p>read more of my work</p>
CindyUng
<p>I'm very honored to have you read this poem -- It's one of my favorites so far! I have a deep attachment for the stars and the universe so it's a common theme of mines within my poetry. Thanks again for the comment!</p>
MVP-Most Valuable Poet
<p>unique way of expression</p><p>i like how you use the solar system in connecting to your personality, and thoughts</p><p>very creative</p>

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