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Oct 2013
I am feeling black
hurting heart attack
I break dust in my hands
so wanting to hurt

It hurts to be so black
knowing what I can do and be
I am a ******* son a a *****
in this mood in this black

I unplugged my phone
want to be left on my own
for I am a fearful *******
when I am black

I am a tactile assassin
murdering is my second name
I **** by thinking
as war is my pride and shame

Yes I am rather black
and you would not want me on your back
**** be will hurt when I want
for I am her warring black


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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