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Over the stew, left or rightthrough the open window wanders the traveler’s broken threads and the grains on the floor strangely resemblance the freedom of speech, little open mouths that get crushed under the ignorance of the blindfolded or just watch, when the flood drowned what was once right and change grew in beats so sorry, I am so sorry |
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