i have covered the well
with cloud blown glass
whose shapes seem to swirl and dance in the dim light
if i listen closely
i can hear the echoes of the hammer and nails that sealed it
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dear canada, you are safe your indigenous are almost forgotten your white guilt sheds crocodile tears a fresh wave of immigrant colonizers c...
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