It gets complicated in the waking light Fierce, it bruises my sight Reminds me there's no shine in my insides A delight to keep me upright Or a serene love where I can abide Often, I forget I'm alive In hiding, I wish to die Diversions accompany the time Still, the damage is refined My dismay, irons' pride I'm hoping I've served my time Embracing all these crimes As doors to something I'm missing Yet has no gain
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