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speak true, always!

speak true, always!

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Here we were, hundreds and thousands of us. Marching side by side, as we rumbled for our freedom.

Our echo’s bellowed, evoloping the streets surrounding Parliament House.

Our hearts poured raw, our spirits tears comforted the sacred land we stood upon.

Our tribe complete, but always welcoming, everyone from near and far.

Standing in unity for OUR futures to come.

The overlords above can screech their lashing lying words. For we are no fools.

We travel this land with our ancestors in tow. Hoping for a safer. Brighter world.

Always!

When our hearts pour raw. You will hear the cries of ancestors in tow.

Always!

This is our home, you serve us.

But who are you really serving?

For our hearts speak true.

Always!

Remember/\Remember

Remember/\Remember

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Remember….remember…Victoria

We are descendants of Bush Rangers.

We are strong.

We are many.

We will be triumphant through our struggles.

Remember….remember…Victoria.

We are descendants of Bush Rangers.

We are strong. We are many.

Time did speak

Time did speak

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Why cry? When you can laugh.

Jollied Time itself.

Seconds still sway on.

Present moments-

speak the only truth.

For the past is a fickle duel-

between a rose tinted haze.

The future is dream.

An ever present memory.

astral plead

astral plead

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If the clouds could whisper, upon thy cheek.

Etched memories of time reflect a rose tinted glare.

Shallow thought do quiver,

when storms brew with fear.

Chaos juggles north.

The mind glides east.

Voices heard, are twisted vines.

Restraining.

Restricting.

The third eye weeps.

These astral planes-

plead to be seen.

Melbmourns

Melbmourns

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Two hundred plus days-

Melbourne has been separated.

Two hundred plus days.

Over half a year-

longing-

to be reunited.

Over half a year-

Saint Paul’s cathedral bells-

have sung a lonesome hymm-

Echoing empty streets.

Under the clocks of Flinders Street Station-

a shadowless shell of what was.

Two-hundred plus days-

Unable to hug our friends and family-

to comfort them-

To comfort us.

Two-hundred plus days-

and counting-

always counting.

We are suffering.

Coffee Q.

Coffee Q.

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Waiting-

scrolling-

through her phone.

Cash register-

pinging-

in-

and out.

Queue.

Person ahead-

uncroaking their croak.

Words stubble out-

from the croaked.

Soy-

decaf-

caramel half strength-

latte….

please.

Waiting-

scrolling-

through her phone.

She rolls her eyes-

In dismay.

Pale Burgers

Pale Burgers

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Dear Gluten

I miss you.

I didn’t know how much I would miss you till we parted ways.

Soft as a cloud burger buns-

now replaced with saw dust fibres-

carving up my mouth.

Gluten-

How I miss you.

Doughnuts?

More like Dough Not.

In this day and age.

Gluten,

Why did you break up with me?

My body doesn’t miss you.

But my heart does.

Oh,

Gluten,

How I miss you.