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Sight Unseen
It's 2:00 a.m. in the darkness,
and I'm lost in who I am
The night little comfort against a dawn,
that waits for me again
It's 2:00 a.m. in reflection,
the past chasing a future dream
All memory conjoined, controverted,
the morning-sight unseen
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
and I'm lost in who I am
The night little comfort against a dawn,
that waits for me again
It's 2:00 a.m. in reflection,
the past chasing a future dream
All memory conjoined, controverted,
the morning-sight unseen
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
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Sight Unseen
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