common decency
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Miracles are real. I've found.
they don't just stand sedately by the door, knock politely, no they soar
in with a gust of wind, they sweep you off your feet they hound
What do I leave for myself when the world has rung me dry.
What have you left me with when you've picked me clean.
Call me a broken down shelf, a tired little thing.
