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This paper is wet./ Allowing the seeds of my words to sprout./ Though silence holds every
truth,/ our brains have closed off to this sayer of sooth./ Forgetting to remember all things
tribal./ Let's open our hearts to an archaic revival./ Reviving our insides; giving them life./
The facts of this presence cut sharper than a knife./ More solid than a dike,/ and shining
brighter than the light/ emitted by the sun./ A warm reminder of the fact that WE ARE ALL
ONE.
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