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jdmaraccini 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
in a frequency sacred geometry game?
Then deny, defend egotistical blame,
want not for this life in death we gain.
Then imprint with each breath our genetic strain.
JDMaraccini
2020

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