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The Horizon Here is Lovely
I want to weep and shout,
dip my feet in the river,
be the river.
Shake the rocks or wear them down,
break ships and friendships,
put out the fire of burning bridges,
but bridges burn and break, all the same.
Every tattered rag and crumpled piece of paper,
every scrap the upward slope,
the downward view from some plateau,
some craggy cliff.

By heyachristina

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