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Speech 1 (07/13/2014)
I couldn't fairly call it a slave name if I took it back, wrested from the hands.of the carrot holders and used to batter fear into the cattle prodders. It was born into me and I kept it out of spite, in memory of who put me on these two feet, here, now, carving a niche into the cold marble world or medicated indifference.
Today I dreambt of others better wasted, none as softly earned as mine t...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 4:26 pm
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