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Chaos consumes the essence of my soul Creating clouds that circle the once pale blue sky of my past Choppy waves of the ocean encompass the earth from below Choking, gasping for air
Standing atop the world, Feeling the wind whirl around me, I gaze into the distance. Gradually the darkness is banished, The stars fade to the glory of the golden globe That rises high above me.
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