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*water streams from between your eyes puddles fill the cracked streets my rage is pure like angel fire a love which nothing can defile she wets the world with her dampness thunder cries out for warmth her shivering shoulders bare witness to the sun and what was lost the windy day kept me inside holding onto this fright feelings pressed against my chest i tremble with delight youthful arrows morning sparrows stargazing at night just because you can do it doesn’t mean that its right streets of cobblestones are being shown the pavement is our throne home against the cement dilapidated boxcars and temples of respect remove your shoes before you enter yurts and cabins made of clay barely resurrect sustainable ways are coming back give thanks and respect to ancestors who deserve our praise for they never did neglect their duties to the earthly mother her love they sought to honor children of the wilderness at home beneath her cover canopies of trees line feline forests with her love*
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:31 PM UTC
feral forestry
*water streams from between your eyes puddles fill the cracked streets my rage is pure like angel fire a love which nothing can defile she wets the world with her dampness thunder cries out for warmth her shivering shoulders bare witness to the sun and what was lost the windy day kept me inside holding onto this fright feelings pressed against my chest i tremble with delight youthful arrows morning sparrows stargazing at night just because you can do it doesn’t mean that its right streets of cobblestones are being shown the pavement is our throne home against the cement dilapidated boxcars and temples of respect remove your shoes before you enter yurts and cabins made of clay barely resurrect sustainable ways are coming back give thanks and respect to ancestors who deserve our praise for they never did neglect their duties to the earthly mother her love they sought to honor children of the wilderness at home beneath her cover canopies of trees line feline forests with her love*
ganesha-michael-shapiro
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:31 PM UTC
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