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the dawn comes.
I am surprised by my shock,
then I remember the darkness, and I am no longer surprised.
it is a new day, an unmade, unwritten day
a blank page of history.
at the end of the day will this page be lingered upon?
will the page be torn out, will the book be slammed shut?
will the corner be folded over (yes I know it's wrong, but it's my book) for future reference?
will the words be written in blood?
will I write what I want, or write what I'm told?
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Be Just and Fear Not.
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