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Poem

i think i am going to start praying. not to any particular god, but to the nearest beautiful thing. i do not think the universe owes me anything, so i will not expect an answer. i know better than to hope for a miracle. i don't know. i guess what i'm hoping is somehow, impossibly, the tiniest wrinkle of the world hears me. this is our communion, the universe and i: quiet and messy and the truest thing i have ever known.

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Posted Apr 8, 2022, 4:00 AM UTC

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