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How do I release this spirit of mine?
So divine,
So inclined,
Yet burdened by the mundane guise,
My demise.
Unheard cries,
How do I shed this dark covering of woes?
So my spirit grow,
and then god shows,
Light from under the murky holds?
To open the folds,
Break the moulds,
But how can I leave this shell behind?
To free my mind.
Myself; I found,
My spirit unbound.