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someday we'll tell the story differently

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to the girl contemplating cutting her wrists

JUST WAIT

SOON THE COPS' LL COME
AND KICK YOUR DOOR IN
AND SHOOT YA

SO YOU ' LL

BE ****** ENOUGH THEN

FOR SURE

//

I am THE MASTER POET

words flow forth from me like

Children emerging from the mind of god

who ,  as they appear

Form across eternity

THE PILGRIM ROAD

leads to the SACRED MEETING PLACE

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she hears soft whispers in the mountains

Bathes with the boys in the cold waters

They sit by the fire in the evening

& tell of the wonders of the  world

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//

She bathes naked in the waters

She and the young boys of the new world