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This is
what I see,
what we all see.
Nothing but fragile
little droplets. Cling, grasp,
barely hanging onto the thin, frail
web that affixes all. Blissfully oblivious
of the ominous. At any moment His finger
shall send a quiver through brittle strings. At
any moment one shall drop and shatter.
This is what I am, what we all are.
Nothing but fragile little
droplets.
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