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Silver streaks across my eyes
what magnificent beauty
have I forgotten
on this path of unhappiness
such soulful paste paintings
in line with such..
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slipping between the cracks
where souls meet to discuss politics
in fiery heat and black tied suits
forgetting bodies
because materials don't exis..
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I speak
They call me a big mouth
I speak change
They call me black militant
I say nothing
they call me lazy
I take charge
they call me tyrant..
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