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The way we live
The way we conduct business
The way we say I Love…
You know the rest
It all should suggest that we be completely free
Although I look for it, and I can’t see
Shit.
Must be blind eyed in inverse
Closed eyes and still can’t see black
Cursed we seem to be forced to rehearse the same line from a rerun
As we run from our own guns and those of police funs cause we have none
Too busy not being, never fleeing, & not seeing
Us, them & we respectfully
I decline
Choosing to pay my fine
In order to become a fine specimen indeed
My tone remains pure
Although, I’m alone for sure
Where are you?
About the Creator
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