May 2016
Karma leads us blindly
To the fruits
of the seeds we have grown.
Be they bitter or sweet,
What yield we reap,
Our hands alone have sown.
To the fruits
of the seeds we have grown.
Be they bitter or sweet,
What yield we reap,
Our hands alone have sown.
(50/Two-Spirit/Texas)
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