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Where it’s small and quiet.

It’s not that I believe in nothing.

Please, don’t misunderstand.

It’s just that what I believe is small and quiet,

without need for a public setting,

or a face,

or a voice.

It’s something I can feel,

a pulse beneath the sidewalk,

and the space between each leaf

where the light glares through.

It is not this or that.

It rings with choice,

and mistakes,

and acceptance.

It’s not nothing,

just because it doesn’t have a face

or a voice.

It’s what’s underneath,

and in between,

where it’s small and quiet.

That’s what I believe.

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