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Pink, orange, And Gray; That is the colour of the Sky, here. A sunset, decorated with Smoke, and fog, The promise of rain Ever forboding. I can feel the roundness of the Earth, now; The slant of the sky, The clouds, And the soil below. How I wish I lived when The Earth was square, when Men were fools, seeking adventure, Afraid to fall off the Corners, and into oblivion. And not round, So that, I, can fall off the edges, And not come back to where I started.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
Falling off the Edges
Pink, orange, And Gray; That is the colour of the Sky, here. A sunset, decorated with Smoke, and fog, The promise of rain Ever forboding. I can feel the roundness of the Earth, now; The slant of the sky, The clouds, And the soil below. How I wish I lived when The Earth was square, when Men were fools, seeking adventure, Afraid to fall off the Corners, and into oblivion. And not round, So that, I, can fall off the edges, And not come back to where I started.
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kristinade
Australia
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
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