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.
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Outlines
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| Sleeping At Last |
