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Last Breath

Crib45

As I'm barely breathing, escaping from surface,
hold the light that guides me so I can ascend.
Grind and polish this stone,
watch it take it's true form.

Grind and polish this stone so it can hold the light
building this temple one stone at a time.

On this mind's altar I stand
Still alive






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