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The hand springs open;
The fingers sign “here.”
From the palm, the rocks
Tumble forth and patter –
Bounce and collide:
Chaos, love, and war.

The fringe rocks say,
“I am an outsider;
See life outside, I implore.”
The center, collected rocks say,
“Being close-nit is needed
Ever-the-more.”

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