Reflections
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Tick…. tock….. tock of the clock, the bells, chiming along inside my urgency, latency, where I dwell, there are old wounds now to dispel…
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We are more than just mountains and cloudswe are destined for loftier thingswe are the star children of our ancestors’ dreamsMy ancestors’ progeny led to me and I release the cords of oppressionand embrace the web of collective liberationA rocking boat in a tidal wave of ideasrealizations and undeniable truthsWe find ourselves knocking on Poseiden’s…
anita lorraine moore 