A book I did as gift many years ago: HOPE
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| light gets foggy can only slight be sometimes |
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| tongue can't touch the taste |
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| Sometimes makes me still I watch I smell I wait |
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| then they come from every pore and window in the earth |
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| they surround they climb they rush |
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| I am covered like a blanket they whisper |
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| believe believe believe |
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| I am content. |