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Mar 2018
if we were born
of
the
dead
we get born again in the spirit
this shell is my womb
giving birth

my past intentions be past
what I wash my hands from doesn't make my hands clean
it is when the dust is all gone
we learn to breathe

the dust on my feet
is no different from me
if
i
choose
not to believe

we know ashes feel the heat


if
we were
born



of
the
dead
?









...
..
.
capitalize
my
...
..
.
branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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