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i’m afraid my titles aren’t unique,
words of highlighted technique
don’t compose my poems, as we speak
your sharp tongue destroys the ground
under my feet –
so it goes, in this rotating cyclical cycle
of love and hate, till the world reeks
of prejudice
and our only mission in life bespeaks
to fight against what we speak.


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