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Hmmmmmmm


Isn't it funny? How one means white and the other black Isn't it funny? How years of people dying have completed almost nothing I don't know why I think of this Or where it comes from One day I'm just writing and here the thoughts come I don't know it is interesting How everything we do puts walls It's interesting... How years only adds more Of questions thus far I don't know These are mere thoughts I have to myself And sometimes I don't mind sharing But we'll everynow and than it depends
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