I don't want this to end. I want it to go on for an everlasting number of miles. I want it to never come to a boundary, but to go beyond.
The moon in the painted sky reflects onto it like an antique mirror. Not perfect. Distressed into a glisten.
Imagining this person walking on this unbreakable..... sea. It's a sea. Now I imagine something. Something different.
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Wow... I don’t have word. I mean I loved the poem and I think you’d really like mine.
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