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To the Hyper-visible Invisible


Don't lose your head,

lose your temper,

lose your life,

end up dead.

 

Mama cries for her husband, son, daughter

a hoodie, 

a similar face

all excuses for manslaughter

 

Murderers go free if they where blue

don't lose your temper

don't lose your head

or you too 

will end up dead.

 

 

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