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Hot, salty tears, muddled, with the bitter, icy spray, enveloped by the Atlantic, desposed by pedigree. Peoples, of all lifetimes, swiftly, abducted from their blood, with lament, embraces ripped apart, sin left disguised, ousted love. Lumber structures, like cages, repressing their last breaths, left few ongoing in the waves, desposed by traitorous men. Forceful souls, whose tongue called out, reshaped their gruesome plight, to overthrow the tides and toils, who, ousted them at the site. Desde África, a Cuba, y entonces a América, los abogados se lucharon, y tomaron un caso de libertad. Para un barco se llama Amistad, todos los malhechos son, la gente Mende querían justicia, y tomaron parte por el mundo.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
La Mentira Del Nombre
Hot, salty tears, muddled, with the bitter, icy spray, enveloped by the Atlantic, desposed by pedigree. Peoples, of all lifetimes, swiftly, abducted from their blood, with lament, embraces ripped apart, sin left disguised, ousted love. Lumber structures, like cages, repressing their last breaths, left few ongoing in the waves, desposed by traitorous men. Forceful souls, whose tongue called out, reshaped their gruesome plight, to overthrow the tides and toils, who, ousted them at the site. Desde África, a Cuba, y entonces a América, los abogados se lucharon, y tomaron un caso de libertad. Para un barco se llama Amistad, todos los malhechos son, la gente Mende querían justicia, y tomaron parte por el mundo.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
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