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32° 44' 23.5212" N, 117° 7' 14.1348" W

    Sometimes it Hurts
To Live in a Bright Light
Virtue and Kindness
Are Lost to the Pain

    Look for an Ashlight
And find a Middle-Ground
Because You can't always be Right
And You can't always be Wrong

    Perception is Lost
The Labels gone with It
Some things just "Are"--
Not for You to Decide

    Enter the Ashlight
Awake from the Dark Night
Bitterness stings
But it's not All that You are

    Look to a Grey Dawn
With the Eyes of a Newborn
The Black and the White
Are just two Shades of Grey

    Blink within the Ashlight
Let your Eyes Adjust
See others Fairly
And Be who You want

This poem is about: 
Our world


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