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I'm planning a trip
To the end of the earth
When the straight lines
Start to curve
In roads and on horizons
Where a murky darkness settles
Comfortable and alone
Huddled under a sunset,
Deepening to night-purple,
And falling hard over our heads
In place of stars.

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