June 3, 2010
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No possibility of shutting my eyes any tighter
Without life's bow becoming undone
Uncertain of being a slave or fighter
When I never feel like I've won
Lost in an unclear,smoky town
With buildings made of black brick
Where she never wears a frown
Where she never grows sick
Living in a castle of silver
Can't help but say it feels unfair
While she's warm and I quiver
How I too longingly stare
I don't want to open my eyes again
I'm afraid of my malicous deeds
What am I?Levels below her?
Yes,I admit I have chesnuts full of envy

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