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A woman's mouth approaches the screen
so zoomed in
Red lines of blood
chapped lips let out a dry whisper
"everything looks so bright"
A cool breeze dances on your neck's back
They say slavery was abolished years ago. That every man, is now his own. But look around at what surrounds you. No I don’t mean on your phone. Stop tapping at your screens, Halt the scrolling through your feeds. This isn’t about race this time
