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| 'Earth Mother All At Sea' by Trish |
I'd say to the suffering soul,
'Come let me help you,
with that stretch of tautness within.
The tautness that holds, rocking horses and dark dreams.
Dreams of lost and marauding brothers'.
I'd say 'take my hand, let us walk together,
over this rough ground, across this stony bridge, built
for souls like us. See, how as one, we pass freely
in and out
of the sunless mania, through the moonless night?'
Yes, all this and more I'd say, if I possessed the gift.
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