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Infinite black skies as I arise; No more need to why

As I search for my finds; Awake by design-mind

Zen like street light as the trees sway in the breeze

Darkest night; sparked as words take flight

Nuero receptors part like the red sea; calm and deadly

Medley for a monk; a mantra like funk

Tough luck and taken as a blessing

Heal and resting and manifesting the next thing

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