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Nov 2015
The El Dorado lies at the
gates of Eternal Bliss,

but that also lies on the other side
of morning,

and the white horizon seems so distant
and uncertain in the fog.

Ah. Well...

Some other time, maybe.
If they do stick around forever,
sooner or later, we'll get there.
Written by
prompty  27/Cisgender Male/Portugal
(27/Cisgender Male/Portugal)   
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