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Mar 2018
the horizon was a painting
i saw its blurried lines today
erased with the flick of a wrist
repainted with the color grey

was it an ilusion?
or was it just me?
seeing what i wanted to see
a world of my own to recreate
to mold, to shape, to paint

everything
beautifuly unfinished
everything
tragically unmoving

am i the horizon?
i think i might be
Written by
emrys
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