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the expanding universe asks merely
that we grow with her
I'm on the side of the small
things I've arrogantly named
—how small I am when I see
how much bigger they are
than me.
the pigeon in the puddle is a reminder
that words are a waste of time
precious, unbreakable
life is unfolding
and nothing can stop it
how sweet to say
I love you, knowing
it's not a lie
there came a day
when the beauty of words
was obvious and enough
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