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An ebony reflection
Your body; an ovation
So silent
You defeat your purpose
Do not fret, my dear friend
My hands are only around
Your neck
Now you speak
No.
You sing.
With a voice of nickel and longing
You are so bright
So hollow.
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Not bad I really like the line that kevin pointed out too. Nicely harsh. but tell me are you refering that your hands are wrapped around a black womman that you are about to make love to... good job
"Do not fret, my dear friend
My hands are only around
Your neck
Now you speak"...
Pleading for life, Steph? Life suddenly seems wonderful when death lingers on the horizon. I hope this is fictional.....
