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Jun 2018
Though the rooms of her heart might be shattered
Her strong will and majestic grace remains resolute
She bore the remnants of ochre like tattoos on the walls of her body
As she cradled humanity's first born with promise
Her eyes bore the ravages of battles lost
Yet her reserves will lead us into the future as a blueprint from the beginning
And she will be called the matriarch angel of the universe
Written by
Khoi  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
       Edmund black, zumee and Lone Chimney Sweep
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