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I don’t know if I can ever love you enough Because my love is tainted layered and smothered by the eyes the heart and mind the soil of a land that I love more than myself I am a creation of her I am a puppet of her I am a preacher of her The words on my tongue are the alphabet of her the only language I have known The sore in my back is the hurt of her The pain in my eyes is the sight of her So deeply engraved is my heart in her land that I would give you up I would settle it once and for all I would lay down my rights to your comfort your friendship I would cover the void that you leave if I leave you with the tears of her children the dirt of her ground the songs of her heart I would cover the nameless faceless whiteness of the void with India (c) Zoe Johnson 2010
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 11:43 AM UTC
New Zealand
I don’t know if I can ever love you enough Because my love is tainted layered and smothered by the eyes the heart and mind the soil of a land that I love more than myself I am a creation of her I am a puppet of her I am a preacher of her The words on my tongue are the alphabet of her the only language I have known The sore in my back is the hurt of her The pain in my eyes is the sight of her So deeply engraved is my heart in her land that I would give you up I would settle it once and for all I would lay down my rights to your comfort your friendship I would cover the void that you leave if I leave you with the tears of her children the dirt of her ground the songs of her heart I would cover the nameless faceless whiteness of the void with India (c) Zoe Johnson 2010
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zoe-ray
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 11:43 AM UTC
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