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It's just skin Beautiful flesh Our comforting cellular blanket And yet it's color And it's origin And what skin you lay next to is somehow a controversial subject... The validity of a vital ***** becomes a debate In respect to a background fueled by hate To continue a legacy of violent, turbulent, shallow judgement; If you used those stones cast at others To build a tower instead You could get a new view and see the world as a shared habitat and to stop waging violence with words. the flesh of the fruit is a precious barrier Holding all things important within I protest this skin Deserves to live In peace
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
flesh of the fruit
It's just skin Beautiful flesh Our comforting cellular blanket And yet it's color And it's origin And what skin you lay next to is somehow a controversial subject... The validity of a vital ***** becomes a debate In respect to a background fueled by hate To continue a legacy of violent, turbulent, shallow judgement; If you used those stones cast at others To build a tower instead You could get a new view and see the world as a shared habitat and to stop waging violence with words. the flesh of the fruit is a precious barrier Holding all things important within I protest this skin Deserves to live In peace
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
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