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Jul 2017
There's no promise for you
My black man
Feels like my life is ****
Through black sand

Undirected and unprotected
Yet selected
I feel rythm through words
Sending my song up high through birds

You see the sensation
Yea my proclamation
To give you information
Stop wasting in the basin

Listen girl
I don't wanna stress you
I just wanna learn
And undress you

So know that this is tangible
Giving you time that's mangable
Marcus Belcher
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Marcus Belcher  36/M/Pelham, AL
(36/M/Pelham, AL)   
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