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But saviors rise from tombs.Phoenixes, from ashes.Eagles are released from captivity.And soft butter sculptsso gracefully, so wholeheartedlyinto prides of shimmering lions.
Jenine Bsharah Baines
Marcus aka Gregory Maidman
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Love the way you rounded out the poem here.
Living 17,043rd human life. I am Marcus (universal name) or you may call me Greg; a deep thinker; an explorer of ideas and the mind.
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