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Clean the Window

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For now I see through a glass, darkly;

Dirt and decay sit on its surface,

Time and trials having left their debris.

There is a call,

From the innermost part,

Something deep,


‘Clean the window,’

I grab a cloth,

A cleansing spray,

I clean and wipe away the muck and mayhem,

Slowly I see more and more,

The world is revealed to me,

Now I see,

Now I see.

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