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Jan 2021
I must say these thoughts are venom
infecting with inborn criticism
I was born with ***** blood
I was born in the heart of the earth
and they didn't understand
I was her child
so I was destroyed within'
the heart of the furnace
I was burned to ash
not with the pressure
of diamond on my face
ash and soot
the only home I now know
Snow Selmon
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Snow Selmon  20/M
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