Mighty forest speaks of peace
Footsteps hopping slow
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God strip me of make up and colors
God strip me of nutrients and food
God strip me of lessons and struggles
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I do not suffer the miseries of dependence.
I know I am capable of doing things on my own.
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Oftentimes
we wallow that our good actions come unnoticed
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I sat there in the night, restless
Sentinel to watch over three
Bottles in the site to be filled
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i would always go back where my roots are
to the temple, every thursday
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Poems shared make us think
Poems shared in every blink
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For Vocations2
My sanctuary is your will
The temples of my body
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