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When we speak the truth, It comes from our bones. As they knew the truth  long Before we did. Long before Our ancestors did. Our bones saw the beginning Child, they know what is to come At the end. They have seen and Felt war and have sheltered and Cultured peace. They have known The universes secrets and have been The sun, moon and all the stars. They have fallen in love with men, They have fallen in love with women. They have known bone shattering love. They've felt scarring pain. They know what it is to live child.  Listen to the bones child. Listen to your bones
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
Bones
When we speak the truth, It comes from our bones. As they knew the truth  long Before we did. Long before Our ancestors did. Our bones saw the beginning Child, they know what is to come At the end. They have seen and Felt war and have sheltered and Cultured peace. They have known The universes secrets and have been The sun, moon and all the stars. They have fallen in love with men, They have fallen in love with women. They have known bone shattering love. They've felt scarring pain. They know what it is to live child.  Listen to the bones child. Listen to your bones
A little something that my grandmother used to say.
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
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