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| Untitled by © wetzelbill Sitting in a bar Watching myself all around me, Speaking, Crying this trail of tears My throat burns With every swallow Pains soaks to my core Pit of my stomach churns Glowing in embers As if I've eaten The sun, My brother Speaks from path of His very own trail As I trod down, Both His and mine, Lamenting, In my sad, somber way My brother's eyes bely Thousands of miles from Nowhere, Another world Of deceptive allure Next I smell sweetgrass And tears, I feel sadness And pride, Anger and love With my assured apprehension Words ring in my ears Cleansing me with smoke As I fade away, Dreaming That nothing has changed |
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