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The answers are there.
Look for them.
You must find them...
Those answers...
Those answers that answer it all...
That answer our hearts...
That answer... beauty...
That answer... peace...
That answer... truth...
They are there.
Find them.
We must find them...
Want... them...
Desire... them...
Until our journey turns
From a joy...
To a trudge...
To a crawl...
To our depths...
Until... with our last strength
We ask... again...
Head in sand...
And look up to see
It was put in our hand...
Or buried just at our footstep...
And is so simple and beautiful
You can only wonder
How it escaped you.
Beauty is jealous.
It will not be demeaned.
Those beauties...
Must be cherished.
And so...
You are made to prove your worth...
To crawl... if you must...
Before you can touch them.
It is not... in sacrifice or loss...
For loss... leaves a hole...
Leaves an... obligation.
Like... with me...
Like... with you...
Like... with all...
It is there to be found
But remains beyond our grasp
Until it gives itself to you.
Look for them...
Those beautiful answers...
They are there.
Want them.
Find them.
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