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It's not that I'm soaring, more of flying Perhaps soaring, escalating It is a gradual ascent but when you're horizontal seemingly rushing to  uppermost borders of the world, it all seems to be a rush.
Beneath the HemlockI am at easeMy heart calmAs my mind. Beneath the HemlockI am at peaceAs I sitIn the soft grass and shade.
My mother is the queen, For control is all that matters.   My father is the king, The foreseer of decisions.   Mother fends for her bishops, But they cannot save her children.  
He looks up and sees the moon. It looks beautiful tonight.
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