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nostaligia


a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past

i.e.

let me kno when the compressed fog has evaporated off of

the history of my people

let it be heard when the snuffed out horns of freedom is blow

let me smell the melting pot of all races

coming together as one

let the taste of freedom accumulate on the tip of my dry tounge

let my strength be used to pull the iron bars of my past  open 

i am sense-less

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