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I slowly open my eyes as the morning chorus of mother nature sings
A cold bubble of impenetrable sadness enveloped me, like icy angel wings
As quickly as it came, it recoiled, like a crisp whisper in the thick air of silence
Try as i might to capture it, the feeling slips from my grasp in muted violence
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