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Growth out of gravity

Trembling nerves born The anxiety, dread, jealousy, scorn And lover's touch to bring it back To full persuasion, tempted assault Gravity tangles in its throw away nest A culture that produces garbage spinning As spiritual pride unsettles, infests We are called to lift Reach up and achieve our mist

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