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searching for the answers

so desperately 

praying to find the answer

in the words of

musty books


or to find the solution

on your knees

hidden away

 under a corner

of your prayer mat


the cure does not lie

in script

or in 

blind faith


perhaps it is 

hidden 

in the space between the pads

of your fingers

and the page

and in the spaces

between faded

amen's

-n.c

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