New Year's Day

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You'd be tempted to play your life back

A slow rewind

A part, you may only crave 

Or all the way back

But you'd hear nay


Tomorrow 

We'd wake up 

Breathing a new air

Writing in Fresh pages 

Living life as if it's Untainted 



Living in the unlived

Opening up to the Unknown

Remolding

MaLlking the unmade 



Open your eyes 

Smell the coffee 

It's your life creating a savor  

Begin to stack the hay


Yes, it's new year's day 

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