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Blinkers prevent him From seeing the world In all its realistic glory; Constricting his sight, Blocking out the light, Only showing him half the story. Rose tinted glasses Diminish the scene, Obscuring the earth’s organic hues. Pictures in his head Are stained pink and red, Ruining the magnificent views. His tunnel vision Eclipses his life, He observes everything through the gloom. The truth is hidden, New thoughts forbidden, Cosseted deep inside a cocoon.
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