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Potentially Flawed

I see the possible, the potential for might. 

I see the capacity for brilliant light. 

But at the very same time

My tongue I bite, 

In silent judgement I find, 

No one will grow. No one will fight. 

They sit still and wait for the day

When they can retire their life.

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