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Step. Cool earth cradles my skin, each pebble a syllable, inscribing messages to…

Step. Cool earth cradles my skin, each pebble a syllable, inscribing messages to…

We nurse your menstrual cramps, and pamper your waist pains. Pat your back…

I call you all the time, not because I want to disturb…

The Proud Ones At the crossroads where our fathers danced, I see…

It is becoming mundane,At least, that is the hope,The way these very good…

The result we see is what we speak ofHow it appeals to us…

Don’t cry for me when the earth finally wraps its arms around me.…