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As the wind bellows Through the matted hair Of the masses They fall to their knees Screaming, praying, crying And begging for the one thing From the one thing That would release them From the hunger, The shame The desperation
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Mar 18, 2024
Mar 18, 2024 at 9:04 PM UTC
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As the wind bellows Through the matted hair Of the masses They fall to their knees Screaming, praying, crying And begging for the one thing From the one thing That would release them From the hunger, The shame The desperation
Kayle
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Mar 18, 2024
Mar 18, 2024 at 9:04 PM UTC
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