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Feb 2020
In wake, awake, I wait, and watch herΒ 
My hands, they reach, they stab, I touch her
In the statistics, part of the cluster
Put her to sleep, I rest in culture.
I tried to die, I tried to hurt her!
We felt the pain, again, our torture
I made a fist, like this, I hurt her
But she fought back, we broke the mirror
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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