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Wisdom

I am calling to the inner part of your soul I am ancient I am old I was there when stories began to be told unfold From a seed to a sperm attach grow A spiritual being experiencing humanity load Frames of structure vessels imensively blow through out and in breath breathe out of the nose Ruach Ruach blow to me in me I see gravity oxygen maturity stand sit grasp opportunity understand me wise matured called vessel temple used to dominate aggressively bold never bitter vengeance in the hands of an all knowing who sees and gives the power to tread and repeat a respective formality

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