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Don’t make the same mistake I did:

trying to be too spiritual.

Lost the meaning.

A precise shape, unravelled, melted.

Now I want to become more human.

Brimming with story.

Woven by hands of mystery.


When I woke up this morning

I rubbed my feet together.

Felt the knots

and the soft spots.

Remembered dreams.

Felt hunger grow.


I didn’t ask

to be liberated.


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