the room where I used to stay. You'll find the time if you need it. 50 miles apart but I never saw you clearer. We prayed for moments like this. Little sparks, little hits from someone else's garden.
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you may write me down in history
with your bitter, twisted lies
you may trod me in the very dirt
but still like dust-
i'll rise.
with your bitter, twisted lies
you may trod me in the very dirt
but still like dust-
i'll rise.
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