January 20, 2012
By Emily Eastridge BRONZE, Monrovia, Maryland
Emily Eastridge BRONZE, Monrovia, Maryland
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Where darkness pairs with blinding light
And for a moment, you have lost your sight
Where hearing blinks and blurbs in waves
Of crashing hate and squealing gay.
With landscapes vast as oceans deep,
Colored and covered in multi-worlds' leak.
People as incredible as how they were made,
Selling goods for the good of not being paid.
While wonder wafts through each electric drove
You have just begun to call this place home.
And what a place it is, or so it is seeming,
For a voice just whispered, "Though luck, you're still dreaming!"

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