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Coastlines create beautiful circles and I wade between them But I wish to stand at the edge of the earth and scream over to the sun, now brushing the blue desert at dusk                              "Where do I go from here?" and she just replies as she always has with a rising moon.         beams scattered         on my sandy, small toes
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
I and the edge of the world
Coastlines create beautiful circles and I wade between them But I wish to stand at the edge of the earth and scream over to the sun, now brushing the blue desert at dusk                              "Where do I go from here?" and she just replies as she always has with a rising moon.         beams scattered         on my sandy, small toes
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
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