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Dec 2020
Awakened lonley and blue
by a deceptively beautiful hue emanating deep from within the skies devide.
The horizion I eye, and think....
..Soon.
      And
                   Then.
Soon,  
I find myself, Eyes wide to the sky
Where the perimeter it bends.
Flying high, wild inside. We tried,
But could never ever find the end.

           The
                         End.
Michael Luciano
Written by
Michael Luciano  37/M/Pennsylvania
(37/M/Pennsylvania)   
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       Edmund black, Michael Luciano and Grace Summers
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