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2002 As I look out the window
the images blend together
for I am looking at the world
without my glasses.
In the distance,
it is hard to tell one thing from another.
Is this how the evil see the world, then?
Good and bad, love, kindness, and hate,
blending together,
motives mixed up and feelings confused?
If only I could lend them my glasses.
