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Kindred Spirits To heavenly heights my soul is lifted to a face of a god. Tarnished and old, yet I see the beauty which lies within. A soul as mine; a kindred spirit. Dark and ridden. Unforgiven... Still we search for light inside the dark. I praise his name-- we are the same. Never thought I would meet myself. |
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