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Soul That Learns

Kill me once and twice,
Internal worries resist
As the killing of me would entice
The killing of you afterwards.
But bodies are souls
And minds are like matter
From the inner voice.
Dying is tragic as godliness is skilful,
My auctions are about with worry,
Indolent actions result from no pain,

So then worry and solve the puzzle
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