Shepherds they came stripped of their names and we were all the daughters that fell from her to ground because she needed us she needed love but we're all gone to strip that ground Shivered pores were caves teeth were all decayed jutting jagged rising up like welts on backs in strain We climbed up those banks from our place in the shade built us a fire but never knew what we made its not your mind, self, not your thoughts not your soul because we are that fire We're you safe down in my hands The higher we climb these shapes show and this place is more holy when noboday knows/goes Show me what is still free and I will tell you. Its not your mind your self your thoughts your soul
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