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Through My Eyes

His shoes are covered with snowUnmoved by it, he follows this glowThis ever present glory of lightDiminishes all frightBut his senses give a heedA painful gut feeling which he will needTo ensure his safetyHis soul and his bodyThus the stick, however useless it may beUnable to see meBut I’m certain he suffers the agonyWhich I…

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