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 Apr 2020 Olivia Grace
Caralea
Acid of Injustice

That familiar lump
In my throat
Feels tight
My heartbeat is uncomfortable
I am aware
I need air
My senses tell me
I need to stop
Step away
From the subject
The opinions
Because there is no justice
For the underdog
To survive
They must simply learn
To refrain
From sipping on the acid
Of injustice

Caralea 7/04/2020

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