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It just goes on and on doesn't it? I wrote this poem white looking out at the water tanks.
All angular, circular
Ten sided, white
Celestial bodies
Spheres of heaven
Traversing the horizon
Residues of a Dreamworld
More precious than it
Sit with me at the end
Counting them like stars
Like planets
Netherworld terraforms
Dreaming of worlds Dreaming of worlds