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May 2014
Gripping our bodies and warming our blood.
This beating drum pulsing in mud.
Wipe away the dirt and clean our worried minds.
This pain that we must leave behind.

Because what connects us may destroy us.
Love.
And yet we cling to hope.
This beautifully tormented humanity,
will make its grand escape.

Because what connects us will save us.
Rose Amberlyn
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