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Apr 2020
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Shall a prisoner thank the walls of his cell for standing solid?

Shall a slave thank the whip to make him work more?


Why are you where you are?


Between the walls and the whip


Who you are sits still independent of both.
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Paradise must be out there somewhere
Paradise was never given to me
Paradise can be found
Paradise can be made
Utahi Kamu
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