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Rhia Holder Jun 2014
Seeing sunrise and sunset
Is a blessing given to us
By the complex thing called life

But when seeing sunrise
Turns into a ball of dread
At the pit of your stomach
And when sunset brings worry
Of the forthcoming night
And the dreams
That may lay within it
They are no longer blessings

And the days are *cursed

— The End —