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Face To Face With Us
{Face To Face With Us}
My white and tan face fades,
hiding inside of this grayish black smoke.
I knew they'd use it against us,
dammit; the tear gas is filling the blue skies around us and as the rub bullets flies past our heads.
I'm grown I make my own decisions to fight this fight.
I'm fresh like I just rolled out of bed.
Their clouded misguided assumpti...
Monday 16th April 2018 1:36 am
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