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My body is like a map of the world,

With veins like rivers running through the valleys beneath my skin

And hands and feet that serve as mountains to move me

To take me to the places where I will fulfill my dreams.

Through my eyes I will see things no camera can capture

And I will finally see the world for what is truly is.

Reality becomes the sun and stars.

It becomes the moon reflecting on the surface of the ocean

And the rain softly falling on the pavement at night.

Reality lives inside of me,

Becoming only what I can make it.

Reality is inside of us all,

Because each person who embodies the essence of earth

Becomes a map of their own little world.

l.k. 

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