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On a planet when faces vanish like fleeting clouds,
Like a lighthouse amid the tempest, the greatest gang is
Not the loudest but consistent.
Cozy, not the largest.
They are the hands that drag you out of gloom.
The laughing stitching a torn day,
That calm nod says I see you
When language would only hinder.
Here concepts are shared like slices of bread on a ravenous evening.
Victories are enjoyed together as well.
Sweet as ripened fruit or not
Or bitter like the courses we complete.
In this circle, no mask survives;
No ego towers are too tall; rather, they are too short.
Simply souls linked by trust.
Side by side dancing through the chaos of life.
Since the best group is never known,
It is developed one dependable heartbeat at a time.