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Sep 2020
The rivers knows me,
an aspiration with pain thrown in

She wants to exist
Feeding the wild, rapidly free

Man has his own fate
He takes her rights

She fights,
soaking up every drop from the sky

He needs to feedΒ the envy

She has dry tears in her muddy puddle up fear

Mocked by the image of life,
she had once thrived
Β Β 
The world turns an eye in disgust

Her only objective was to nourish and love
Kara Jean
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Kara Jean
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