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An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for some time now,
To open like a caccoon and dropped to the floor.

From there I soar and soar
Down
Until my feet have met the ground.
And here I see a marvel to behold, golden gates to what waits behind a massive wall.

I draw near to get a better look,
Golden gates open with a brown wooden b...

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My own poetryno formal skill and simply out of the comfort of m

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