October 15, 2011
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The Wind whispers, calling my name.
Leaves falling out of shame.
Tree's cracking, under pressure,
Confessing the truth
As they reveal what lies in their roots.
Justice for the stolen ground,
is about to come around.
Buried deep, hiding,
Seeming safe, seeming sound.
Until once, when all is found.

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