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From off the pores of pitch-black skin, Floyd's soul saps aways, Little by Little, One last time One last effort One last fruitless plea In tinny scraps of air Pushed up from greying lumens Sourly yields a quashed neck coldening , The sore man sighs the last of life, The man with the loathed shade met his end
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Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
Black Death
From off the pores of pitch-black skin, Floyd's soul saps aways, Little by Little, One last time One last effort One last fruitless plea In tinny scraps of air Pushed up from greying lumens Sourly yields a quashed neck coldening , The sore man sighs the last of life, The man with the loathed shade met his end
Racism, tribalism, sexism are the same thing.. different coats of the same bean.
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Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
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