I thought that I was framed
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front and center.
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But I'm distant and your depth
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of field is shallow.
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Low light
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turn to night
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and all can be ignored.
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Blind eyes
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preoccupied
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with the surface more than the core.
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Though my lens is cracked, right down the center I saw you,
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and through shattered light, your beauty remained flawless
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The Collapse Of The Great Tide Cliffs
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| The Dear Hunter |
