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(poems go here) Raise me to life Rinse my soul Cleanse my image Remake me I have become broken and yet I find myself yearning Yearning For a touch that is beyond humanistic capabilities I have become impaired and yet I find myself moving Moving Towards a grave that was not designed for any humanistic capacities Wash me Purify my soul Remind me of my image Redesign me I have become still and yet I find myself magnified Magnified To a standard that is not mine And yet I find myself trying to become what I have always been Indescribable, powerful, cleansed….
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