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appreciation, draft, edit, opportunity, poem, poetry, realizations, rough
If you want to find what is real
If you want to heal
You need to do more than go through the motions
Like some strange form of automation
No, you must be of spontaneous creation
A spiritual magic waits for us to recognize it
As we are it, but we are often separated
By own own methods of skipping ahead
Of not appreciating what we have
more than we realize