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Mar 11
oh dear, oh woe is me,
my sight is blurred,
so I can't see,
yet this opaque nature,
deems to be free,
my ensconced vision,
is turning on me,
sheltering and comforting,
the me I could be,
yet with these lenses,
I still can't see.
they say of course,
perspective is key.
Written by
inkedsolace  F/daydreams
(F/daydreams)   
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     Nylee, thyreez-thy, Rick, Zeno and Vianne Lior
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