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A simple poem that tells of the path that hope takes.
is my hope
a circle, never ending
kind of smudged
and only seen
through certain viewpoints
a different hue
of its own, blinding, reflecting
sunlight's true intention, true
display of its rays
the prism, my bokeh
is bright, beautiful
shows me my true
intention, my true display
of hope
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