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The High Priestess

she’s the sage burning in your gut if only you could see it the thin veil of smoke separating you from Eden if you can follow it ride her choppy waves uncertainty is the light anyway you’ll drown if you fight listen to your insides and you won’t just float you’ll fly through the pillars in the sky trust her hands trust the embers in her eyes they’ll guide your stride a crescent moon at side

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