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The Edge
we clench fists into dirt,
praying for mother nature
to wash away our sins; to
wipe the tears from our
cheeks after we fall.our ears have not picked
up on her voice; our souls
have not been soothed
over by the songs of her
winds brushing her children.she sat in front…
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