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The Body


Emboding is meant for the souls 

are we just body masses floating or letting go 

We seek gratitude or do we just have attitudes 

They look at me and say your rude it's me 

Take a look at my hour glass here is the peek 

Rising like Maya Aneglou reaching passed our stars

The universe shows signs even when we ignore 

I want to not ignore but soar 

The birds fly can I too?

You see what you wanna see call it a different persepctive

You see two I see four 

The body is ours you like the toxic? 

Clean house like its spring cleaning 

Float onto the clouds of the next I wanna see 9 but I am short 

we are more then skin but a beautiful mind 

the body will wrinkle in time 

we has to be aware look into the knowledge 

you are smart and more than your looks 

your body is an external image 

 

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