Dawns Also Crumble
Quaint is the old banter
About the immortal lantern
Sitting omnipotent on this constantly withering earth
Along the geranium-colored hearth
Speaking to the dusky night
As breath leaves the nest
Another child is nourished by the black mothers breast
As tyranny purports humble
Dawns also crumble
-I miss you Maya
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