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It's going to take some time to
smooth the callouses;
I know I can rough.
My fear is to believe in
anything that will take my faith
and run.
That though life has brought
me to better soil,
Failing crops are yet come.
And in the dark I horde this
candle light.
For I may never know when
again it will be this bright.
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