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I've read about it in the pages of the books I never finished
Watched it burn behind the eyes of every face that I've diminished
But my hands are always empty when I reach across the table
Like I'm grabbing at a shadow that was never really stable
Is it real or just a concept that we use to fill the quiet?
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