I don't recognise my hand in the dark
Would it come back to bite me?
I'm losing myself to the dark
But suddenly, the moonlight cuts through the gaps of my blinds
And then I feel an illuminating hope that I can make it out
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Author:
zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
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A poem of vision and its impairment by the dark. Then comes the light of hope dime and cast on a moonbeam. Well done
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