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SAY THEIR NAMES In the hush that follows, a ghetto looms, Tradition drips in echoes of pain, Lives butchered, hopes extinguished, The weight of a name, a heritage stained. Sacred oil flickers in the dark, Each spark a memory, a story half told, Voices celebrate light in the night, Defiance woven in threads of gold. Read more
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The only Time I seem to Be hazy, an evaporating ocean of Memories has been under seizures, but now I Even remember Them like A full moon over Cornfields growing from the plains of Colorado after a wet spring and a hot June rising We breathed Together in the emergency Room waiting for a reason Read more
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