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I do not know how they have aged so well having to carry such obnoxious facades outlining the garments of their sleeves every night, wondering if it's too small or too large succumbing to the thought of misfits, with the color they have grown weary of dark times that made them feeble; enough to make them grow lips that sparks war telos or end; to finally defend that black cats are not bad omens and so are black people
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Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
If Beale Street Could Talk
I do not know how they have aged so well having to carry such obnoxious facades outlining the garments of their sleeves every night, wondering if it's too small or too large succumbing to the thought of misfits, with the color they have grown weary of dark times that made them feeble; enough to make them grow lips that sparks war telos or end; to finally defend that black cats are not bad omens and so are black people
If Beale Street Could Talk Novel (1974) by James Baldwin
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Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
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