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Changes

Once again,
The image of my future
Is blur.

Once again,
It’s just a silhouette
In the dark.

Once again,
I am a reflection
In a broken mirror.

But for the first time,
I’ll gather myself;
Spirit, body and soul,
And set myself as
A burnt offering before God.

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