Uncommonly Real
The timely light of day,
Sensing the cold inside,
Are we angled for doom,
Within us, and without,
We stand as we stand,
If we could be more,
We strive to be more,
Uncommonly real,
In the eye of our soul,
We are what we are,
Created from birth,
Uncreated till death.
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