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The reflections Of the earth In the puddles in Parking lots In the swamps Along the side of the road In the streams In backyards The reflections Of the earth Seem to hold A different kind of beauty. The sky seems brighter The colors more vibrant. Everything seems clear. How can I travel into The reflection? Maybe I'll just jump in And let the water consume me. And then I'll be in that World.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
The Parallel Universe
The reflections Of the earth In the puddles in Parking lots In the swamps Along the side of the road In the streams In backyards The reflections Of the earth Seem to hold A different kind of beauty. The sky seems brighter The colors more vibrant. Everything seems clear. How can I travel into The reflection? Maybe I'll just jump in And let the water consume me. And then I'll be in that World.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
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