My mother climbs mountains
She conquers peaks looks down
at the faulted world and still
remembers love
She offers ready hands
for combat and comfort
to the failing daughters of this line
she believes in
higher things
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poems prose and random ramblings of Lara T.
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- The Russian Artist Factory
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- Lara Thesenvitz
- I write, speak, record, shout when i have to create, wander off, draw up, draw out, draw in, listen, work, slack, sleep at odd hours of the day, ignore the phone, turn up the music, let the clocks run slow, and try to foget what time it is already.
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