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cracks

Fingers thrust through open cracks
reaching for every fragmented hope
every half-eaten prayer
any kind of assurance
that the world is not as ugly as it appears
i want to know that somewhere that others are looking for meaning
that i am not alone in wondering
why we are here
and why we can only see what's in front of us



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