IT'S
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It's clear,
then it's not.
I'm silent,
and suddenly it's so loud.
It's murky,
I topple and fall.
It's the end,
and the beginning.
It's always dark,
before it's dawn.
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A/N: I'm grateful for taking your time to read this poem.
thanks so much, have a loely day.
shirsha
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