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AEB  5-1-17

pain has manifested in me
for so long
that I feel numb.

Before I cry, my angels ask me why.
I feel forgiveness grace and rejuvenation,
when I turn my palms to the sky.

Suiting up as a soldier for god,i will
forever own my spiritual DNA.

The measure of enlightenment is
 how comfortable you feel
with your own contradictions.

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AEB 5-1-17