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What we are born in them as identities
are never as shameful as...
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A Ballad In Late November
Black, grey, and white...
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there is no going back,
her voice echoed...
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The sun faded behind the seesaw mates,
They watched a moon of cheese begin to rise...
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Concoctions
Of...
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Abusing me was a pastime of yours
But it was all my fault as I definitely...
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I've paced the sweet walks of my life,
On a reminiscent of the past and foretaste future...
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My dear, darling painter,
You mix colors and...
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You were my King of cresting wings,
On waves of love I’ll always cling...
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The Fight For Peace
As racism and injustice fade away...
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The day
I scribe...
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The fight for freedom:
Dislike leader? Replace them...