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She is grass cut fresh on the hill. She is the chaos that's holding me still. She is birds in a nest in a tree. She is the formlessness I cannot see. She is here. She is now.   She is bread in an oven. She is a river of blood. She  is the vein in Atlas' forearm. She   is  juggling chainsaws and daffodils. She    is the deer in the forest grown from the ashes of the last forest. She  is everything and nothing and something and some more or less. She is the Goddess who birthed all your gods. She is the oldest and oddest of all.     Sheisheaven,hell,thedeepestwell. She is answer E) All of the above. She is fierce, violent, conflagrate love. She is the hole punch around the binder ring. She is the throat through which we sing. She is swimming through my eyes. She is running through my mind all night. She is whispering herself in my ear. She is the ashes, the forest, the deer. She will repeat it, if you did not hear. She is She is Again and Again. She is: A story. A good one. I will read I will read Again and Again.
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
She is:
She is grass cut fresh on the hill. She is the chaos that's holding me still. She is birds in a nest in a tree. She is the formlessness I cannot see. She is here. She is now.   She is bread in an oven. She is a river of blood. She  is the vein in Atlas' forearm. She   is  juggling chainsaws and daffodils. She    is the deer in the forest grown from the ashes of the last forest. She  is everything and nothing and something and some more or less. She is the Goddess who birthed all your gods. She is the oldest and oddest of all.     Sheisheaven,hell,thedeepestwell. She is answer E) All of the above. She is fierce, violent, conflagrate love. She is the hole punch around the binder ring. She is the throat through which we sing. She is swimming through my eyes. She is running through my mind all night. She is whispering herself in my ear. She is the ashes, the forest, the deer. She will repeat it, if you did not hear. She is She is Again and Again. She is: A story. A good one. I will read I will read Again and Again.
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
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