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Mar 2015
You nurture my blood and filled it with contents from the sky
When I undress my skin it is not in danger it is in alienation  it is reality
The interviewer asked if I neglected why little Richard provoked one black emptiness #Your final silence in middle school was Kenny G's lawlessness
When you lose a moon it blinds like trayvon
But the moon is like a piece of your body removed called decoded
Oluwabunmi fakorede
Written by
Oluwabunmi fakorede  hackney london
(hackney london)   
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