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Feb 2020
The hardest diamonds
can be broken.

The mutest of tongues
cry out,
they've spoken.

The deafest of ears,
they hear
their tears.

The emotionally numb,
they still...
feel...
pain...

We
feel...
pain...

I
feel...
pain.


T­he hardest diamonds...
the living die out

But I wanna die now
There is no way out

to escape

You lie and lie me down
I'm not safe

Whatever it may be
It wouldn't last

Whatever it's made off,
Eventually, it'll be of the past
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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