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She was here long before I. I was not native to her land. I joined hands in celebration. My every emotion, a feast returned. Aligned in reciprocation. I an inhabitant of her, & She of me. A comfort to the mind, body, and soul. I saw myself in her, Not afraid to separate where land & lake begins. Supporting each other as the sky and stars. I celebrate like a native. I celebrate in all her teachings. She a proud nation & I a piece of her. In hands the color of mud, I call every piece a name familiar of her. Without lies. Without fear to stand up. A fruit fully grown & sprout from the tree. She was here long before I, Not lost neither stolen. I joined her hands and rejoiced Before I knew I could breath.
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Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 9:44 PM UTC
kewayne-wadley
Thanksgiving
She was here long before I. I was not native to her land. I joined hands in celebration. My every emotion, a feast returned. Aligned in reciprocation. I an inhabitant of her, & She of me. A comfort to the mind, body, and soul. I saw myself in her, Not afraid to separate where land & lake begins. Supporting each other as the sky and stars. I celebrate like a native. I celebrate in all her teachings. She a proud nation & I a piece of her. In hands the color of mud, I call every piece a name familiar of her. Without lies. Without fear to stand up. A fruit fully grown & sprout from the tree. She was here long before I, Not lost neither stolen. I joined her hands and rejoiced Before I knew I could breath.
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There are over a million things To do in the name of pleasure. Over a million more that involves Company. The person I could be, The person I’d love to be, Over a million things that could go wrong. This thought a wave pattern found In an ocean of sheets, The shore of the mattress bare. The meeting of my fingers interlocked With yours, The earth rotates & bends sideways. Without hesitation we are poured Up down left & right, Over a million things that could go wrong. Lost at sea in complete darkness I cling to you to keep warm. Lost in the earth, you blush morning. Shedding light to infinity. Your face a cathedral of a million things That could go right. Smushed & paused in excitement. Finally. A religion that doesn’t require A curriculum. The earth rotates & bends, I am baptized in the liquid from Your lips & like a fish I am alive, & like a fish I can breathe without fear That you’d be stolen & renamed Without fear that you’d be stolen & renamed. Robbed of over a million things That could go right, Between the sheets we hide. I cling to you to keep warm, lost in the earth You blush morning. Shedding light to infinity. Finally. A religion that doesn’t require A curriculum. The person I could be, The person I’d love to be, Without fear. I wander you freely
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Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 11:24 AM UTC
kewayne-wadley
Freely
There are over a million things To do in the name of pleasure. Over a million more that involves Company. The person I could be, The person I’d love to be, Over a million things that could go wrong. This thought a wave pattern found In an ocean of sheets, The shore of the mattress bare. The meeting of my fingers interlocked With yours, The earth rotates & bends sideways. Without hesitation we are poured Up down left & right, Over a million things that could go wrong. Lost at sea in complete darkness I cling to you to keep warm. Lost in the earth, you blush morning. Shedding light to infinity. Your face a cathedral of a million things That could go right. Smushed & paused in excitement. Finally. A religion that doesn’t require A curriculum. The earth rotates & bends, I am baptized in the liquid from Your lips & like a fish I am alive, & like a fish I can breathe without fear That you’d be stolen & renamed Without fear that you’d be stolen & renamed. Robbed of over a million things That could go right, Between the sheets we hide. I cling to you to keep warm, lost in the earth You blush morning. Shedding light to infinity. Finally. A religion that doesn’t require A curriculum. The person I could be, The person I’d love to be, Without fear. I wander you freely
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