S Poem by George ThoroughGood

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The softest sweet surrender abiding by no guided life agenda,
Has rendered you free,
Smoke fills your lungs but outside you can see.
Clear as day, pure as love,
Above the sky, stars, space and time,
a moon,

now half,
now nothing,

confusion with universal crime

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