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Those who do not know about us
Those who do not know of us will preach as the false prophets opening the passage to death, their promises haunt on the streets. We stay locked in solitude, blooming the earth’s buds in our palms the bones crack at our wrists we tap them so that they won’t hurt we send away the cold from our knees. We relive the old days. All of us that are anywhere have fate and heavy clothes in mind that we swear in words. We pay fees to the great ones, they want fees for justice as well, they say it’s not possible one without the other…
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