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the disturbance of my presence
i wait for the day i’m no longer a stray?
for the moment my soul finds a place it can stay
?when all death arrives, quiet and whole
?and i am no longer split by the weight of control
from now until then, i will face my own eyes
?mirrors of truth that echo in lies
?i flinch at the sounds that no one else hears?
words sharp as wind, too loud for my ears
for years i've heard the bark and the chirp
?nature’s chorus, relentless and curt?
surrounding each choice i have made in the dirt
?calling me home to my mother earth
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ava gladstone
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