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Pangea

by india southgate.

During pangea
Britain and Norway touched.
Tomorrow I will miss today.
In my mind,
We have married
Like pangea.
We are together 
Like pangea.
We are touching like pangea.
And the tectonic shift may come,
But it is long coming yet,
And we can't see that far ahead yet...
Tell me how you walk away.








[unpublished]

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