.ghosts of our language through thin blood lines, below mind and hearts a fence around hands, cut by denial, a genetic self hate, taught a form clearly for assimulation.
"imprisoned country so turbulant, clamouring... its not in the light its in the smoke, awakens... viscera of dust lest in its h.
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