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Tell The Teacher

Read these words, no Not ‘these’ words, read the words that are laid to rest under a thorny bush. See how they emerge to eat the spikes and burrs become this life of yours? Tell the teacher the one with the gray heart, tell that teacher you have known all his words before and they are now buried under a briar patch hidden from the light. From barb and thistle your own words shall flower; they will utter a wisdom only the wounded may know.

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