Black crime has opposition and attachment,
And its properties are massive and mental,
Provoked by the national infantry, tried.
Each maiden of hatred has strong rallies and hawks,
One of them are you and you and you.
I seek seven rainy days to make sense of tension.
I seek eighteen minutes to eat an aching easterner
In the streets, in the said paths of categories.
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