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May 2016
I am oyster of ocean (closed off)
I am burning of bigot neo-**** flag
I eat of earth and drink deep of river
I sleep on floor in concrete sardine can
I pluck words out of the sky (drawn ire)
Paint pictures of solumn cerebral sorrow,
Tired eyes, liars ties
Humbled before magnitude of universe
Crushed by weight of world
"Then why carry it"
Asks pretty girl/voices
Duke Thompson
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Duke Thompson  Above the clouds
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