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Jun 2015
I am not what i look like
I am not my tattoos
I am not my disabilities
I am not my body
I am more than what you see
I am the light that identifies with infinity
I am a splinter of the Devine as you are
And someday when this body dies
And is laid in the ground
My soul will go out to everything
So there is no need to cry
Ill be with you
Because My spirit never died
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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