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MMXV


Oh, Tree

Oh, River

Oh, Rock

A thousand of my people you may have seen

A trillion years you may have sat

But I,

I, who have lived a speck of a life

I, who have done no more than roll out of the womb

I can move you

Who have moved mountains

I can crush you

Who have stopped mastodons

I am the conqueror

It is my age

The age of those with no age

 
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