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Jul 2013
World, You are still so round..
The depths of you are encased...
I dug through and reached daylight...
If flat I would have died...
Heaven, You're just a perfect belief
Way Past this cold darkened Space...
6 lines, 6 words each line... Each line can stand alone... Go
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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