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Aug 2014
Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do.
Mirror stares back hard
**** is such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out now
I saw this written on the wall of a bark teepee
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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