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Sometimes when it´s all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true.
As the body is ravaged
the spirit grows stronger

Forgive me Father for I know
what I do.
I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet.

Jim Morrison