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When I play hopscotch on sidewalks, I find you in the cracks of the pavement. When I throw out broken glass, or when ash slips through the spaces between my charred fingers, You catch them when I am not looking. When I peer into abandoned ships, I see You sitting amongst the rotting wood. And this is how I know that even if I brought You tears and pockets full of broken things, You would breath life into dusty veins and proclaim that there is no damage I can do that will be too much.