Seeds

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Sliding in and out of hope and doubt
A seed slips into your side.
Growing on the transfer of dark and light,
Curiosity takes off like a kite caught on the wind.
A clock becomes more than a time
But gears and motion too.
Everything you knew,
Split and broken,
A doubtful token of a force behind the parts.





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