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Before the shell
We were all the same
Before the walls
We all felt the rain
Prior to offense and defense
There were no games
Yet we played
No concept of contest
Simply the sun and the shade
At night
None slept
There were too many dreams to be had
Can you remember
When we were too busy to be sad
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PoemKyle
I am a poet based out of Brooklyn, New York. I come from an Afro-Caribbean background and I hope this is present in my work. I am grateful for this outlet and I hope to meet others interested in all forms and aspects of art.
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