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To a sister Monochromes Third World Transition Departure |
in my palm and gaze a long, long time. i cannot leave yet - i have not gazed long enough nor trekked far. the summer still intense in its heat yet my heart is already full; memories without pain as in a poem rendered in april, as in a life promised in a poem, as in a people's struggle etched in history - my heart lingers my soul waits.
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