sometimes the reason is so that somebody will not forget later
when beauty begins to grow in the cracks, people will fill in those cracks
a latch on a door is not a cure, it is an ounce of prevention
a simple request: help keep everyone safe is basic kindness
sometimes we end up with change in our pockets; with no way to spend it
where we leave our mark will be decided by the next generation
every process can be disrupted without notification
there is a sweetness when we enjoy what we have in what we can make
we wake to today from dreams our subconscious wrote to fix yesterday
the signs are all there we can heed their warnings; or choose to ignore them
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