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Hidden in plain sight, |
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The world is an outline |
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Of shapes i used to know. |
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Like pulling ribbon, |
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All of a sudden |
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The curtains draw back slow. |
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Though i've been distracted, |
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I am caught up in static |
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No more. |
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Garden of eden, |
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Lower your branches |
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For another year. |
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I'm dust, unsettled |
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Until they reappear. |
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Though my hands are prone |
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To trial and error, |
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I'm crossing my fingers |
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For something to hold. |
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I can't help but hope for brighter, |
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Here in the shadows of letting go. |
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God, may these good intentions |
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Be the outline of so much more. |
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When i breathe, from now on, |
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I'll mean it more than ever i did before. |
