Reflections by the blind.

[awwlie]

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I sit here late at night thinking,

is it all worth inking.

Books crowd like ghosts by my side,

their spines shut tight to my lack of sight.

.

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One day —

I'll wake up,

see that my world is all paid up.

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Maybe —

on that day,

I'll figure out myself at decay,

and not just as an Omen of Burden..

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