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Feb 2015
Face the red sky dawn,
South the paw white deer,
Forward the shifting sands and dunes,
Where the sacred beetles stir salt and mud,
Time the black and brown bears as they mark a day,
For only what you are I can be what I am,
It reaches out, forgotten again
Stems
Written by
Kody dibble
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