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1d
As I stray from my relatives
I see that there is a burning
Bush, a bush that is on fire
It mysteriously burned
Curious I learn that it
Was  a divine fire as  
This bush also talked
It told my things
That it was only telling me
As it burned it talked I tried to get my phone but
It instructed me to put it away
It tells me how to help the world as
The world was falling apart
As a starseed I was give the gift
To lift humanity up form it’s loss times
Is this the same burning bush as Moses
Flea
Written by
Flea  35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa
(35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa)   
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   silent echo
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