saving grace
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The world around me has no power to stop itself.
There is weakness in every corner, in every crevice.
I hid in the crevices with it.
For, where there is weakness, I am also found.
I pick it up, my mind goes wild
I move it around, my heart smiles.
The way it moves on this sheet of white
Makes the words in black a beautiful sight.
My thoughts cannot be hidden here,
