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Ethereal paradox
Life sucks, and then we die
Way up high, nothing resides
And yet, I feel
Different; better
When I
Close my eyes
And pray
A form of meditation
That calms me, to accept
My life's decisions
And keeping hope
Tucked in
Under a heart
That Plie and Releve.
Way up high, nothing resides
And yet, I feel
Different; better
When I
Close my eyes
And pray
A form of meditation
That calms me, to accept
My life's decisions
And keeping hope
Tucked in
Under a heart
That Plie and Releve.
Published 1st Feb 2021
| Edited 20th Feb 2021
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