A geographical perspective

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A slight line dividing our world together, the equator cutting through the poles that run through the uttermost temperatures

As oblivion over clouds my distant thoughts with nothing but lack of affection. The seas that hit on the coastline begging for fate to take it's course

The tide moving faster than anticipated leaving no time for vulnerability

I gaze into the lonely night as the cold breeze brushes through and past my skin letting goosebumps make their appearance

It's short lived though. I'm slowly brought back to reality by the annoying sound of the alarm clock

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