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Mar 2015
Managed to keep my secret free from all the sick humanity
Of what the world has come to be
Delirious and blackened seas

My wounds now clear from all the shame
How you divide me I'm not sane

Just let me clear my throat once more
To let me bleed across this floor

It's not what I ask for it's what you give
It's all the remains I'm left to live

A time we waited for a boast
Of new intentions, Subtle jokes

I'm not done, nor is he
Won't let us live, won't let us be

This is you
This is me.
Tamika Dakota
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Tamika Dakota  Australia
(Australia)   
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