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WRITE TO LIVE

Heed

10/22/2018

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​Heed the warning of her rumbling
and the symphony of their feet
seeking refuge with each step  
Where there is fire
there is kindling
Where there are veils
there are lies
pull the thread of consent
out of the garment of hate
witness the unraveling
and release it
into the flames 
die and be reborn
in the ashes
come together
like cinder block
build this house
and pave the streets
with compassion
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