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Sunday, October 20, 2013

Black Roots

Black Roots

Her locks hang
Down over her head,
Like black roots
Growing on top of
Her fertile soil.

Her daughter touches
Them playfully,
With black rays
As her curious eyes:

In awe, and praying
To inherit sameness,
So that lads delight,
And show reverence
For her chaste 
Treasure well.

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