April 2012
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And she cries into the sea that will someday bring her ashes home And she sings a song of feedom that her people brought here a long long time ago And she washes her blood from the tile —- like the river, it has also traveled for miles And in the fresh day she mends —- their socks, a button her heart And she draws back the curtains to let in the light that still stings her near...
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