Black Life
Black Life
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Born in a cell
with dark clouds
No melodies
No sweet Roses
Among the cooking
vessels and smoke
Rusted bangles
and harsh words
No sweet dreams
with colorful rainbow
Presins are rotating
as a wheel
Born in a cell
with dark clouds
No melodies
No sweet Roses
Among the cooking
vessels and smoke
Rusted bangles
and harsh words
No sweet dreams
with colorful rainbow
Presins are rotating
as a wheel