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Nov 2015
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Here a mountain                     There a mountain



Saints are fleeing towards the hills


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From these.     BATTERED WOMEN.       Days


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( look ! look !


There's my mom ! )

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From these battered women days

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( the little child is rightfully scared )

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The night is blood red in its crying

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The young girls

******* the streets

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Black girls


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Don't get no food stamps no more !

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Naked rain

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She

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Looks so **** in the gutter there !
Written by
jeffrey robin
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