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Jun 2013
hate hides behind the calm surface ready to fly the soul and limbs in death oil bit by bit  than scurry off later some sleep in the sullen night lives tightly wrapped containers of deceit black life will never inherit approach truth  tries to rise beyond the harsh winds but is drowned in redneck wine floating down the empty throat
Written by
victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
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