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push, meat, blood, and hair
mother to mother
push, born of the mud
dried in the salt air
push, down at the root
slipping from somewhere
brown
push, slick with the sweat
fed by the bright air
push, sky not of roof
ground is not a bottom
push, this is not yours
you are the world's
brown
push, meat, blood, and hair    mother to mother   push, born of the mud    dried in the salt air    push, down at the root    slipping from somewhere    brown    push, slick with the sweat    fed by the bright air    push, sky not of roof    ground is not a bottom    push, this is not yours    you are the world's    brown