Titled With Untitled Poem by Jole Hans

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You criticize my words

I love you even so, don`t fret death!

I feel ya, I heal ya. Brother, sister. We are all one,
made of stardust, to stardust we shall become

Monday, September 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: creation
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