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chased a lot of things
some got caught some
got away from the grasp
almost never had a chance
got lost in silence losing the
need for ears losing the
need to hear sound had
no place to enter through
hyped highfalutin climate
controlled weathering
storms of old soul tales
some where in cotton
fields among lilacs and
Lilly groves not one single
rose in Rosewood left on
a bloody boll vines thick
as the sea rolls through pines
roots and boles awaken
graves yarn stretch raise
Lake Lanier deepens its
depth filled with ancestor
tears no not one suffers les
one screams out "AGONY"
and pain of one being
slain amidst pleads of
mercy in the sight of
the moon stars and sun
