Animi motus

Travel at the speed of sound,
through the universe,
for a converse.

Boy and girl,
forgotten children.

Life and death,
every breath,
dust to dust,
long lost children.

Free and slaves,
work each and everyday,
brought home,
left outside,
forgot what time,
you were due.

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