Friday, April 8, 2022


From this tiny grain of sand
All that's left here of our land
By my heart and in my hand
You will shapeshift to my man
A key player in your band 
Singer, slinger arrows, and
Tracker bison, stallion, can
You call out my name and stand
At our throne per destined plan
You will dream and we shall dance

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