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I left dark poetry
But dark poetry didn't leave me
It clung to my skin
Like the pigment of my melanin
It seeped into my soul
Like the rivers my ancestors drank from
Gently flowing pains into my veins
In a...
But dark poetry didn't leave me
It clung to my skin
Like the pigment of my melanin
It seeped into my soul
Like the rivers my ancestors drank from
Gently flowing pains into my veins
In a...
