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Im a hurricane and watch me make it wind and rain. I broke land, broke homes, and broke the Internet. I was all over the place and no where.
I raged against everything and I was indisrimate. No racism here. Black, white, brown or blue, you, your house, your sweater too, wood and nails, bricks and glue, death from me and death to you.
And that is what its like not to care. Nailed it.

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my poet, when the upper hand does not care. there it is right there
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Well related!!!
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