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Oct 11
I fell from the trees
green and then brown
blending in gradient harmony
and I landed in dazed vertigo
and I felt sinking
falling into the ground
it taking me back
and I didn't put up a fight
for this is my motherland
this is my home
Snow Selmon
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Snow Selmon
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