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In the place where
the flowers shrill
and the colors blanch
the creatures dance
and the snow is warm,
the children work
as the adults play.

In that place where
the frogs breathe water, and swim air
and the dinosaurs roam
civilization reverts
and the humans diminish,
the continents close their
landing grips around
one another.

In my place where
the life grows small
and the plants remain
as the Earth is cleansed
and the sun flares brighter,
I close my eyes
and let it end.





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