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Very Much Alive The wind is its breath Its skin is its surface Its heart is its core Its eyes are the skies One white one blue Its blood is the waters Its hair is many colors but Mainly green with the trees Its face though badly pimpled, Cratered or smooh It's nothing short of beautiful Its brain lies around its core Yet, just underneath the skin Shifting with thoughts All life on its mind The dreams The nightmares Burden! 2006
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