I am a smudged slate,
rife with dust and mistakes.
I know there are bright things
but lack wherewithal to look for them.
I prop open the door and listen
as miracles pass me by.
I am a smudged slate,
rife with dust and mistakes.
I know there are bright things
but lack wherewithal to look for them.
I prop open the door and listen
as miracles pass me by.
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