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This formitive event of quaking painSlowly delivers my life long strain
An exaggeration of lifes prism wall
A deaf spirit guide has taken a fall
I now will only sit and wait
eager for my twisted fate
For my secrets in all their worth
my lifeless pocessions left on earth
My body is left, My soul opens the sky
The immaculate blessing as I now die
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