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The Smallest Of Things
a poem
It’s the little things that break you
the feather on top of the weight
that becomes too much to bear
The wind that beats against you
that becomes too strong to lean into.
It’s the little things that save you
the smile from a stranger in passing
that moment of connection that surpasses the mundane
the hand that squeezes yours
a pulse of love, when no words will do.
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