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COMPASS.

COMPASS.

We rise.
We rise through the falls.
You cannot see.
As an eye in the halls.
One two be.
The heart.
The hope.
Sunday’s best.
The time to talk.
The talk of time.
One pink melody.
A bell.
A chime.
A crystal clock.
A tick and tock.
A talk to take.
The door.
Unlocked.

Art + Poem = Helen Rebecca Hart.

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