Reach
Out
Towards each other
As the grip
Of light
Decays
Fill the hall
With
Music
Now
As shallow inlets
Tell
More
About
Small sweet nothings
Than
Truly
Deep waters
Keep your own self dry
Tallying
The best
And worst
With charitable blankets
Made of glass
Into the portico
You are all
Meant to pass
Through
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