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This water down my back flows like water from the eyes of those forgotten Wailing in the water my breath shortens as I slowly drown into silence of my exhaustion I am still and held by the touches on my back and the sun illuminating my knees Whispers in my ear from bodies unknown I rest with my arms stretched out to the alter that is the earth Coddled in my solitude I grip the hairs of the earth Grass between my fingers I breathe in and I sing… and sing then breathe and breathe Blessing my head and my mind I embrace the water in my cup and consume its purpose in life that is to nurture, cleanse, and wash away the sins of the world Held by the Sun I rest my back release my waterfalls into the earth giving and receiving that which was held me through. Inspired by Sisi Reid
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