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  • Writer's pictureAnne Sweet

It All Belongs to Me

I love that the tree

is not over there

but in here

I love that a medieval

shoe is not history

but current life

I love that all the animals

and stars belong to me

and I love that the maelstrom

of simultaneous arising

is all mine.



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