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I sat under a renounceing sun
& dreamt of a distant martian moon
Secured by the weight of it all
Tortured from all the things
that cannot be learned...
The noderiaty which none can earn
For our egosentric history
Is the only page left to burn...
But it shall have to wait,
Until I return

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Poetry.com 4.2 out of 5 based on 5 ratings. 5 reviews.
Lyndon Grooters More than 1 year ago
this is one of the better poems ive read, keep it up.
Aldrin Lopez More than 1 year ago
great choice of words.. love it :)
E.J Marshall More than 1 year ago
very good, very good. Love the opening
Darlene Dai'Re More than 1 year ago
good
Roja Affolter More than 1 year ago
has flow
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