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Little cracks can splinter through the whole, They let in light and breeze that chills And faith can filter through those streaks That mar the edges of the vase I sculpt. I want that faith, like air into the lungs, Like rich nutritious food to build, I need it even when its light is weak,… Read moreRead More…
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