Jupiter

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Jupiter


If we lived on Jupiter the air would be made of gas

The water would be clear as if it was made of glass

The environment would be so toxic that one could not breathe

You can get there only if you believe

Dreams do not exist here

It's like walking through a crystal mirror

But to walk on this beautiful planet you would die

The mountains would surely fly

the sky would crumble at our feet

And the ground would radiate the hottest heat

I would not want to live on Jupiter with you

If it means dying then Earth will have to do


A.D. Small

December 30, 2021

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