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  • Lyric Poetry Re: Upon Hearing..

    Hot tears stream down raw caverns of flesh, Simmering as they soak into sleeve and shirt, Drenching an already heavy corpse in memory and loss. Black. Black is the fist ...

    Jan 30, 2010


But even the worst decisions we make don't necessarily remove us from the circle of humanity.
— Wes Moore, The Other Wes Moore