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Aug 2011
I rise with the sun
the moon and the stars
with my lover before he gets out of bed
and with the heartbeat that increases when our bodies entwine.
I rise like fear
in the child filled with wonderment
and I rise like the tides,
always aiming for the shore.
I rise like the fists of rebellion and like the hope of the people.
I rise.
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Robyn Johnson
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