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Reaching

I sit between dark curtains; In my confine the world is small, But great. The lauded greetings of the sun Sing nothing to my quiet eyes. I feel the tunnels beneath my feet, Stretching, The reach of a world Starting from my warm breath.

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billy-juergens

American

Published: Sep 23, 2011
LinesWords: 1144

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