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At the End of the Day

At the end of the day,
I still found myself next to my shadow.
At the end of the day,
I still found myself digging my own tomb.

Spiritual companion, physical closeness,
I am still incarcerated inside my own cubicle.
Breaking out, over the years,
merely a dent on the iron wall, not even a crack.

At the end of the day,
I still can’t change the panorama in my eyes.
At the end of the day,
I still dwell in the bloody sunset of San Diego.

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