the tundra of outerwordly layers
lies deep beneath the burden of silkroads
you never thought exsisted
be the herder of these songs
whom we never shall reap
into the spell of togetherness
be the daydream of someone elses light
and tell nobody you saw the night army
rising in the distant whereabouts of your soullenght
beat the iron cloak of man
and be the only woman
to heal swords of juntas
in the light of these
mesmerizing masses of hope
you never thought existed
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