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In spite of the opulence |

"I was looking at his eyes, an auburn marbled with forest green,

the kind that would suck the daylights out of you if you're ill-prepared;

the kind that lures you in and gets you lost quick.

In spite of the opulence, something told me those brilliant eyes

knew dark nights better than they do day.

As I wondered how life would be like through your lens,

'One day you'll be content,' you said,

with your captivating eyes beaming into my soul,

nonchalantly but not without care.

'I guess so,' I answered as I returned my eyes to the ground,

wishing it were a bed of dried autumn leaves rather than asphalt.

In truth, I wanted to say 'just one day would be good enough,'

but decided against it. If even after your personal turmoils and struggles you survived,

maybe it was possible I see my version of salvation someday.

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But today; right now, I see no light at the end of the tunnel."