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they know not a word for her feeling
nor reveal the pseudonym state of mind
Lucid images scream
high with clarity
but all is dark and neon will dance undefined
I Rose from the covers of the earth
That nurtured me till my birth
Gaily and slowly clearing my eyes
Above I see the bright blue skies
I sway with ease with my leaves
ele laan wo ca to so omo l'orruco
that is we look within before we name our children...for they will bear our bones
precious
