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why is is at the best of times
you can see a man close his eyes
when all that is treasured is in front
his eyes steal the light, as if blind
this fear of the unknown, for a stolen kiss of taint
where the heart breaks and threatens to faint
there is the line that divides choice and honor
a fear that rips one's body of all air
as if to remove the anxiety of right now
propelling to action or suprise
pulled and tense muscles released
oh, how is it to be so unfettered?
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