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Jun 2016
Sometimes I look at us
And I get sad. We are
Animals tearing at the
Green flesh of our Mother.

I lose hope.

But then I remember, my
Bones are crafted from the
Same white of the Stars and
So I look up and see brethren
Flashing down their
Dazzling smiles from behind
The clouds. Perhaps to join
Them is where we've belonged,
All along.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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