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hand lightHalf Life by Randy Wayne Spire

The world

is a postcard

beckoning.

It seems

idyllic, yet

far away.

My eyes

move with the sun

My breath

catches a breeze

My heart

beats on the shore

Endless

days and nights

pass me by.

The world

is a postcard

beckoning.

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