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Enough Toys

Can feel my spirit crying, crying out to stop. Too many fingers on buttons, ready to pop. Spirits only want to dance. But need the body's mouthpiece, to set up the way to really prance. Spirits with no homes you are risking, and heading for. Can't one of the powerful, break down the history of war? Aren't there enough toys, in all the toy boxes already? To prevent each other from becoming unsteady. If focus is shifted to becoming stronger within. Is that really giving in? Or are you making history, for the young and old, whose vessels depend, on spirits held without, and within.

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