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When I was raised, born of the earth
blood-soaked in toil and mirth because Mother demanded blood for life and from which I was raised blood of frozen white, that melts in the spring sun water, blood, for the life of me the death of me Happy, fatal, sorrow-filled spring Those freakish curling redwoods- spiking up from the earth bloody with rainwater dew Now my flowers flecks are stained if the Gods bore me pure; I would retain my whiteness of spring-melted blood, feminine bed sheets soaked into Mother Earth My Father the Sun raised me unclean, and red strained Flowering pink |