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Is it You I See Me Voices screaming Memories fading Could this be The end Of me Finality Does not know Its own face Left Leaving Long gone With little grace Barren ground Broken Cracked Plowed Wide open Treasures held Buried So deep I could weep At the gifts Bestowed on me Gratitude Only comes When you get knocked On your knees Finding Discovering Unearthing Your origination

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