Pentecostal Dream Visions
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I move between the fire and wind
In Pentecostal dream visions.
I drift in and out of plagued existence
In an elusive manner. At time,
I'mchameleon like; changing colours and styles.
I'm torn between the light of the spirit
And darker pleasures of the flesh.
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