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Every time I die

The Universe nurses me.

I rest amongst deep space

and my family, the stars.

I become restless,

ants in my proverbial pants.

I scratch myself into action

and choose another life to live.

Sometimes my ancestors sing

from somewhere beyond this orb,

resolving, reminding that

everything, everyone has their gifts – their song.

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