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Forget your possessions You never truly owned anything at all They simply pass though you The way that you might pass through A rainstorm Left with the essence for only a moment Before it becomes a part of your skin for even longer Listen It is only now that we can truly see our raw nature Our true power. It is our choice to be honest, and glad Bright in each moment, And dark through our pain Each moment feeding a flowering tree Our fruits are both sour and sweet Inconsistently abundant All from the same dark earth and cracked bark Vulnerable and joyous Bare bones to the sky
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