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Jan 2021
Go back, black man.
You lack, sad man.
Bring glad, mad man.
You'll see, what man.

Touch base, relate; express no hate.
Let fate expel them back to hell.
Be free, unhinge, break chains, infringe.
These bonds persists--the class dismissed.

Freedom found below
The empty spaces--the soul.
Conscious effort--
The Unconscious fold.
Written by
Hoa Luu
85
 
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