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Jul 2016
The animals
we pretend not to be
Confiding in technology
Hiding in comforts
Spirits lying dormant

We ache to belong
Never knowing how wrong

Never understanding
that we're all composed
of the same universal song

From the Earth that inward pulls
Like the song of the last wild wolves.
Native Intuition
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Native Intuition
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