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a distracted mind- in parts

distracted mind i. fire women in power they lie so i pour out earth and rock on your fire dry sand and mud and mountains onto you i am the earth  the great underpinning your little fire is swallowed in magma blood the oceans drown you distracted mind ii. the crows i see them out there i hear their voices and i want to weep they are black shape of my dreams  living in the skies just beyond the glass of my windows

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