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Sunday, November 6, 2016

Amaranthine

To feel so endless,
like the world is all around you
and you are nothing but
an infamous skeleton.
Crackling in the moonlight
to the tales of your century.
As if you could dance,
twist, twirl,
all the way across the ocean
to crash against the next shore
breaking into pieces
which lay strewn across entire continents.
because you are endless.

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