Escape

I want to go,
Live among the last tribes of the Amazon,
With those who haven’t ventured out
In a thousand years,
To speak,
A language,
That does not have a word,
For,
War,
Famine,
Or murder,
And I should have some peace there,
And let them paint my body,
With symbols that mean,
Sun, moon, shadow, Star
Or,
Nothing at all.

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