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Jul 2018
They told me
You don't look like your environment.
I said to them.
You only see my environment when the sun goes down.
In the midst of blackness
But when the sun comes up.
There you will see my face
On everyone that is there
In the midst of blackness.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
(28/M)   
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