but i can feel your hunger,
your pain, can smell
your fear…
just like it was my own.
there are no walls
between the living,
no self imposed barricades,
no structured classes…
there is only breath!
and blood! and need!
tongues groping for souls
that taste like our own!

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i can almost see your face,
can feel the warmth of your tears.
i felt your hunger,
twisting at my gut,
sharpening my stony glance,
and the set of my jaw.
i was driven by your lostness,
walking forever going nowhere.
with no beginning and no end,
no country, and no home.
i was angered by your scars,
could name each and every bruise.
i walked inside your chains,
in the darkness of the fog….
yet i found that still small light,
the fire that cannot be quenched.
the book of freedom in your soul….
written in human blood…..
yours, and mine!

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