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Apr 2020
I noticed all the red flags,
And I ran.
Except like a damaged bull,
To my demise.
Maybe I did ruined the flags,
But the color is still bright red.
The hatred came from seeing it’s color,
when the flags were labeled blue.
I got kicked out of my own cage,
And I won.
I didn’t keep my prize,
Because resentment takes up too much room.
Written by
Yuxi  23/san francisco
(23/san francisco)   
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     Holly D and abi
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