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Mar 2015
Imagine
That skin
Burnt
Under the sun
Not from fun
But from
Stolen labor
History’s black spot
From slavery
To Chain gangs
To the modern
Prison
Profit machines
Grinding
Human beings
Into to dust
They are us
We are them
Our prison
Our minds
Stolen
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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