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Nov 2019
To outrun pain, I became airborne.
The problem is that with insides like
a spinning top, often I am torn
and spend indecisive days ghostlike

indoors, listening to white noise. I
don't know how the girls and women
who have been ignored by the male eye
can transcend the status quo vision

when everywhere we are seeing white
males with asia ladies or other
exotics. Cringe waiting for the sight
of our love with a parasite lover.

Forced to find feeble colours of rare hues
a gift for just we who have been abused.
Written by
Private Sonnets
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   ---, Roman Soanco and ---
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