Mind Thougts Alone
Gifts my ancestors gave, I dream the hope of the slave. Do not call, too great a burden to bear
Never underestimate the power of dreams and the influence of the human spirit.
be clearly defined , do not attach the fears.
The symbol of surging potency and power of movement
I take my whole, passionate, spiritual and physical
a black diamond in the middle of a hail storm cured with the power that came through me
I see no end all shall fade to black again and again. This storm that's broken me,

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