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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1771462
Poem about seeing things as they are for the first time.
An adventure through the city
revealed something for the first time
The rose colored glasses were gone.
And what appeared were the sadist sites for eyes to see.
So many people not seen the same way before.
Eyes fallen for the first time in a vast supply of people without hope,
drunkenness, and ladies of the night.
Just making their ways through the streets trying to look like everyone else,
some so confused without direction.
To really see them all for the first time.
Many have seen them before but did not notice their plight in life.
Which is better to see and know or to not see and to not know.
A wish that there were not any that had to live as these.
And the rose colored glasses that no longer do see.
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