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Window
We stand at the door of light,
But we cannot see.
Our eyes fill with desire.
Our heart with ambition.
Our mind with self esteem.
The window is streaked and grey.
We must wipe it clean.
And when we do,
The pieces will fuse.
The jagged align.
Let us breathe the silence
That takes in the rain.
Let us hold to nothing.
Let us ask the same.
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