How did I breathe? I was sedated to believe,
Hate is a tale only existing in verse.
Harmony it sails, only conflicting the worst.
Warmth is an emotion, temperature is controlled in the mind.
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Even in a blind state of sadness you are still in a mixed state of happiness. For your lack of sight makes you happy as ignorance become your bliss. Just a thought of forgetfulness in this oxymoron of ordered chaos. Great Poem Man.