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Cycles

The bay’s endless tides ring out in his ears,
As he gazes out into the distance from his balcony,
For the morn has come,
Despite the fear that comes with it.

For he has prepared for yet another lonely cycle of hours,
As he awaits a life where this cycle is broken,
For when the day comes,
He doesn’t have to gaze anymore.
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