differentbutthesame
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I see blood
Blood everywhere
It's not in their veins
But on the very soil and sand we walk upon
Bleeding into oceans
Rivers run deep with the sorrows
My skin is whiter than the snow that kisses the peaks of the mountains
My roots are more knarled than the roots of an aged willow
My hair, my eyes, my mouth
None of them are ordinary.
