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Mar 2014
Her eyes remind
me of mountain tops,
blue, pale like apathy,
speckled summits
dotting amongst her irises,

and I climbed halfway up,
and I looked down.

Have you ever dreamt of how

content
you might be
to observe the world,
its luscious waves
lapping at its shorelines,
from the top of a mountain?

It keeps me up at night.
Mars
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