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Oct 2019
My song slips from my heart into the words on this paper
You start to unfurl them like threads curling around your ego
Dreams drift from pages into eyelids
Taking their time to remind us
That we are all just impermanent visitors here
We enter and rise to the sound of a fire burning
Turning morning into night and lightning into thunder
In slumber we shudder at the angels that take no prisoners
Gifts and poison all have their reasons
As everything is a part of every other being
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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     mc6lm and Jamadhi Verse
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