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She cradled my hand and spat the truth this religion is just not for you. I peddled to shore when the sun rose and practiced a life I have not yet disclosed. Ripples danced over my chest
All is calm from where I stand Purple and pink flowers sway in the breeze. What should be a good time is no longer. Those flowers were destroyed by tanks, as was my faith. My land no longer exists.