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Vision

Good vision comes with time
So look passed old crimes
Move on to new grinds
And try to keep in mind
It ends when you die
Weather you believe
in the kingdom in the sky
Or reincarnation
The end still applies
The start is life
Between which visions Thrive.
Shapes are formed
By handless eyes
Rods stab realities depths
And colors dotted by cones
Reflect spectrums of light
That shine mountain tops
And dims the Valleys just right.

JaRon Brown

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