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might we all have a touch of glaucoma, selectively walled in occluded by mental myopias where there sight  is half a day of suns, night is blindness, never twenty four seven corrected or twenty four right? Twenty tween's fear and reality?cataracts always coloring it as black or white no depthness not colored right? When tears fall, and people run into burning buildings, when innocent stars are blacked out might we just, let them go?
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
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might we all have a touch of glaucoma, selectively walled in occluded by mental myopias where there sight  is half a day of suns, night is blindness, never twenty four seven corrected or twenty four right? Twenty tween's fear and reality?cataracts always coloring it as black or white no depthness not colored right? When tears fall, and people run into burning buildings, when innocent stars are blacked out might we just, let them go?
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
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