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Feb 2021
I am not the woman I used to be,
my eyes perplexed by what they see.
There is no familiarity here,
new skin sits upon these bones.
Rebirthed from the earth,
rising through the dirt.
Layers of sediment,
grit and mud.
Building new homes,
within myself.
earthchild
Written by
earthchild  32/F/Planet Earth
(32/F/Planet Earth)   
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     Luz and Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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