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All that I see

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All that I see
Are the things I don't have
As I look at the world
Through my beryl glasses

The bliss of my friends
Digs a hole in chest
That consumes all the good
And spews out all the bad

Even the roses
Are egregious today
All thorns and no petals
With their sickly sweet scent

So rank and mephitic
It offends the nose.
No, I don't think I'll stop
To smell them today.

As I skim over lines
Of my scripted existence
I wonder how different
My life could become

If instead I saw rose-
Tinted rather than beryl.





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