To go to the end of the world,
and back again to the beginning.
To live larger on the inside,
and carry secrets at your core.
To fling your way through time and space,
and still hold onto hope.
To go to the end of the world,
and remember what it smelled like at the start.
To go to the end of the world,
To go to the end of the world,
and see the peace of it.
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This one was from a writing workshop 15 minute prompt, using infinitives! Day 6 of poems I never quite got figured out.
