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THE SPIRIT SINGS

One day will I be
left with it all again?
Will I continue my habit
of collecting dead men?
It used to be
my greatest fear,
now the thought
doesn’t bring a tear,
instead I feel a strange
kind of power
guiding my behaviour
from hour to hour,
both life and death
are spiritual things
it’s in breaking away
that the spirit sings.

Morganpoet
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