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Jul 2021
mother earth
she does not complain
rest assured
when
i
die
she wraps
her arms around me
and
she takes
flesh bones and spirit
while
mother earth
sweeps up
the
dust and ashes of death
neatly and completely
with
her arms around me
Written by
Stu Harley
45
   Salmabanu Hatim
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