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Divine
Lauren Hendon

The wave washes over me to cleanse my open spirit
Clouds collide, making clumps of cotton
Soaring along far, far above my head

Cold, calming water seeps into my pores
A ritual ablution as the sins float atop the water just like oil
The wave washes over me to cleanse my open spirit

Uncovering the brightness that was buried so deep
Sinking heights taking me lower, I watch the clouds
Soaring far, far above my head

Collapsing inside these walls, I can no longer hear the sky
Speaking loudly could have saved me, but my thick soul
Gets washed by the waves, oh so thoroughly

Pressure is released from my chest, pulling me up and out
Sucking in air, air as a new person
The wave washes over me to cleanse my open spirit

The strength now within me, I am capable
Of nearly anything, as long as
The wave washes over me to cleanse my open spirit

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