i sit her clutching useless lists
and keys to doors that don't exist
i crack my teeth on pearls
i tear into the history
show me what it means to be in this world
'cause i am due for a miracle
i'm waiting for a sign
i'll stare straight into the sun
and i won't close my eyes
'til i understand or go blind
i see the parts but not the whole
i study
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