what if.. What if all we are Is the combination Of all we have seen And all our hands have ever closed upon? We are the ticket stubs And lucky coins, the falling stars And the sound A voice makes As its song comes To a haunting close In a crowded hall. The weathered rocks In dark pockets and The torn fragments Of our favorite books. We are the pieces Of all we have ever found Glued right inside us Shining out.
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