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every time i smile laugh, rejoice, sing every time i am given kindness and every time i am smiled at i win, over and over and over for there is no greater rebellion than my existence

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they cannot silence us forever, not then and not now they will not forget us for very long, if ever again they cannot kill us in a way that matters as first, first they must catch us (they won't)

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we all are beautifully, wonderfully a living, breathing example of love being so very real

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if the world cannot be kind then i will make a kinder world within my own self

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i am not over yet. i am still living, fighting, trying.

I am not over yet. i am still breathing, climbing, flying.

i am not over. the sun has not set. not on me.

not yet.

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it is such a kindness to allow somebody to be exactly as they are i am so very sorry that you were never handed it

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maybe you could call me a meteor with how i leave a mark on the midnight sky in a fleeting but beautiful moment

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the earth may one day have my bones or perhaps the sea will have my ashes but you? you will always have my heart

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they say 'only the good die young' but what about you, sweet little one?

with your immortal beating heart, and regenerating limbs and parts?

is it a really such a curse, to live forever and a day?

or will you watch the world heal from all our erroneous ways?

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i pick you up, you wave at me with your delightful, many arms why do so many react with horror, and wish you such cruel harm?

are you not another a being, just like us on the land? should we not treat you kindly, hold you with gentle hands?

with your structure on loop, an infinity repeating i simply think you’re beautiful you, i’m lucky to be seeing

how you must know the world, as such a unique wonder i think, as i return you to the sea and as you swim back under

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bright railroad worms and militant ants jellies with combs and sea creatures that dance

wings of molten sand and reclusive crustaceans sharks that butt heads and spinning cetaceans

tiny lizards of legend and vampiric squids splendid fairies of blue and wooden phasmids

flowery shells and beasts of the sun dark, jewelled wings and orbs beautifully spun

cave birds so swift and horned talons so great spiders that dive and winged swimmers that skate

felines that fish and beetles like gold prickly hellspawn and winged scavengers of old

little foxes that fly and frogs made of glass resplendent feathers and snakes hidden in grass

i really do hope, that you all will last.

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i am not enough for everybody but i am enough for at least one somebody and that is enough for me

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i am as much an animal perusing the grocery shelves as the gray wolf is an animal slowly stalking the magnificent bison

i am as much an animal digging in the garden soil as the terrestrial isopod is an animal burrowing in the damp detritus

i am as much an animal whistling to myself in the kitchen as the european starling is an animal singing over the red dawn

i am as much an animal asleep between my bedsheets as the basket sea star is an animal resting on the ocean’s floor

i am as much an animal appreciating the spring sunlight as the marine iguana is an animal basking by the tumultuous surf

i am as much an animal working alongside my partner as the whale shark is an animal providing shelter to travelling fish

we are not the same yet we are not so far apart

… when did we forget?

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i was so very confused, when i first saw you slither despite the hot desert sand you did make me shiver

why do you do that, little scaled one? are you all right? are you hurt? should something be done?

then i thought and i pondered is it so bad, to be sideways? to be strange and other?

sometimes i worry, and they grow over time but you? you seem to enjoy your sideways self just perfectly fine

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he bought me a necklace a sunflower, that he fixed by hand and i couldn't help but wonder where has it been? whose neck did it grace, before? to who did it bring joy? though now the honour is mine to be handed a treasure that made him think of me

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tell me all the things you can't say tell me all the regrets you can't face tell me all the hurt you can't bear

give me your burdens and your fears and i will help you carry them as you have done for me

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head in your hands with them balled into fists i trace your knuckles gently, so not to upset you and you loosen your grip knowing it is better entangled in my own