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With every dawn, the horizon gleamed a shade brighter,As days transformed to nights, the hustle grew tighter.Morning coffees became midnight oils, days a continuum unending,The boundary between work and rest seemed ever-blending.
Mr.YA
Michelle Renee Kidwell
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This is such a beautiful and reflective poem...
Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge in the light: Helen Keller http://www.facebook.com/fansofMichellerkidwell
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