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Colonisation

The creek was covered over
It became putrid with waste
People well used to turning a blind eye toward their grief
Covered over the eyesore they had created
They made it safe and sensible
Tamed its twists, straightened it out
Sent it underground in concrete tunnels
And built their homes over the wildness.
~ By Kiri Bear ~
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