I will not stay asleep
nor be idle for a hundred years I will not buckle to panic when I feel the wolf is near
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6/9/2021 0 Comments Seedlings (phoenix poem)“Here,”
I said my child palms showing you the things I loved the things that shook my heart more alive |
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