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I sell every day and night
in the bazaar of deprives
my everything..soul and..
even my rusting life...
I walk a hundred miles
to find your curse in roll
to leave all my love..
far and behind......sold..
You said to stay low
free my mind.....
and feel it no more..
I did and no cries....
I collect stones..for empty spaces
to fill the holes you dig.....
love thy brethren he said...
and they killed all in one gig...
I am tired but afraid no more
Go speak to them with yours
I dont say they dont deserve
but I prostitute my thoughts..no more..
All it takes is a stare in self
why to dig space and earth
all was written in black and white
yet... you are looking for the other side....
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