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Sep 11
Motherly Gaia ceases rotation,
It's a moonless night,
Bare of pulsing tide.
Newborn kids cease mortality,
& never die.
Then for split-seconds,
You β€œstand-for-no-one-and-nothing”
Above the sea of fog,
Naked.
Yaz
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Yaz
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