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I always feel like

There’s’ no privacy. Eyes watch the masked warrior, school satchel as his sword. Their ears tapped to hear the whispers beneath the company of horns, piano, bass, drums, trumpets and saxophones that play complex hymns of resistance and liberation. Close Read more…

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Rebirth

Is the curse of age Rage? Uncontrollable fires  flame every action and interaction The tides of heat burn through my habits, plans and routines that were so neat No stones in my pockets No scales to balance I am the Read more…