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Feb 2020
There is wonder in this world there is absolute pain
To walk without feet beneath us unheard
To float through winds and treacherous rain
individual identity in a broken frame
Who claims to astral project each word
a frequency sacred geometry game
then deny, defend egotistical blame
Want not for this life in death we gain
Imprint with each breath
our genetic strain
© JDMaraccini 2020
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