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Spiritual

Longated tree's
looking up, up
up too the top
strong beams of light
smell the forest
it's all around
crispy fresh and feels right
trickling springs
dissapeared from other things
no more black hole
looking up, up, up to the light
longing, reaching, yearning
to strengthen for truth thee spiritual soul

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