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THE RICHMOND CENTRE

Gather round the flame your luminous mind
Though it grows no brighter
For one may carry the weight of the world
Yet for us it grows no lighter

Our tribal fury lies close beneath our skin
It was a surrogate womb that hope grew within
2 grandma’s ago they buried a son like him
Now there’s a pet shop and a gym

Try as we have to erase every trace
Every echo every space
Still our children’s children
Are uneasy in this place
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