Early in the Morning
Once tested
Age is blessed
To renounce the Job we speak
In the control of the ghetto,
There remains an echo
That brings down why U CANT SHOW
The bruise on your cheek
We scavenger our rivals,
Then set themselves apart,
Bring back the devil/
Then tear them limb from art

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Nice work.
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I like this poem.
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