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Monday, 8 October 2012

Ground - Noah Moray Parker (M)


I am stained with the
Life,
Body,
Soul of the Earth.

I can feel the pointing finger,
Jab, hard into my dark crevices.

I am filled with clear, bright
Energy.
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