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This is a poem called
"To the Insiders."

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This poem will not
ask you what you

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did because the question
is, what can we do?

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This poem carries a
softness you may remember.

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To meet whatever
small hollow, you

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can create, hide, make
ready to receive it.

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This poem recognizes you
from your baby pictures.

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It would know you anywhere.

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This poem won't presume
to have words to describe

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the inside of a
prison or a heart,

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but its silences are full
of room for what fills you.

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