27 February 2008
Black days.
You've changed.
Oh have you left me here to rot?
I kid you not;
I miss you girl.
You're all that makes me true
Your breath, your scent
Follows drifting on the vapor
I can't e
I'm sprinting yet I stride
My satchel filled with files
The secrets of the tribe
The cameras follow me for miles
Born a slave in 1984,
I discovered that my life is just a record they performed
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