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Aug 2017
When our words disappear
and our bones turn to dust.
When there is no one to talk of
our lives, our love, our hardships
the Earth will remember.
As the Earth remembers all those
who have cried onto her.
Tears seeping into her pores, forming trees
that will stand for lifetimes to come.
And the trees will remember.
Lou
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Lou  F
(F)   
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   Marcus Styles
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