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You were only sitting about two or three rows ahead of me, but it was still close enough for me to tell
I stumbled upon a chapel last night Inside was a man with a mirrored face gesturing for me to enter He does not speak but continues to motion and reflect my demeanour  
The Lord gave me a heart for the hurting Allowed me to enjoy opportunities of which I wasn’t always deserving Endowed me with the power of spiritual discernment Enabled confidence to generate a lyrical disturbance
A whispering breeze rolls through a quiet neighbourhood. A chord giggles from the rooftops of a busy downtown. All is gone... All is vacant... With nothing but a Blank canvas left to paint.
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