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Jan 2019
I have no mother tongue
No tongue to speak of
The scope of my mouth and ***** of my lips are dry with the sins of fruit

I have no country
No ground to lay my clothes
All I know of this raining world is the homelessness it gives me

I have no ancestors
None who have died on my back
The air that birthed me sunk into the sky with a ragged gasp

I have no one
Nothing
Ivy Collins
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Ivy Collins  A tribal cult on the moon
(A tribal cult on the moon)   
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   David Noonan
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