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where the sun dawns upon the eye
is a poetic change
an absence of the comfort we know
a passing to the feared
is this a life to be envied
or be complimented by jealousy
this tainted perception owned
this is the love of today
that does not care of tomorrow
what is it that it takes
a glimmer from the eye?
oh, wont to scream at fate
is like perceiving lack of choice
a disregard of maybes
and how is a tomorrow I may forget
stolen with moments of regret
a choice that I may make and yet, a mistake
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