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We morn with, not without The losses with which we bury A loan to a slave As bitter end has to prey Upon our souls In tempers ferocious Lest the eye lift Before the rye Also an emptiness machine
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
Dr Maya Angelo
We morn with, not without The losses with which we bury A loan to a slave As bitter end has to prey Upon our souls In tempers ferocious Lest the eye lift Before the rye Also an emptiness machine
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44/M/california
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
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