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The Place I Want to Go
There is nothing.
A deep black void,
A vacuum-like space.
It's unreal, and dark and scary.
From it comes snow that settles and created the ground.
Ice forms through it.
It spreads out so far, past the horizon.
Brown, dead sticks pop up from the ground,
Many feet tall.
Suddenly, the ice cracks.
Water rushes through--a river.
The snow melts and transforms into dark green grass.
The brown sticks grow leaves and are named "trees."
The black sky turns pink, purple and orange,
And it is called a "sunrise."
There is no life,
No people.
Those are the only places I want to go.
But they don't exist.
"The Place I Want to Go," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, May 3rd, 2011
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