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The world is what burns fire It crackles with the fuel of sight Fret not at the mask of ire Darkness finds itself Within the sides of each one Where light shines it completes Waiting for the sun Watch it arrive Witnessing the faceless thing With all the grace of its shining One would be like hands bracing Cupped to cradle the heart of man Knells ring through small towns Save for the earth's glare Building beautiful defenses One finds oneself within Everyone ever met Blinking to keep both open Empathy is the sense of gold Of the small things that make the treasure True beyond a place from rot and mold One sees oneself in the difference It should come across as no surprise For what is left is written in eyes

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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