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The glorious sun was out. The rays shining upon the white pearlies of my cousins, The glowing melanin of their skin, Appreciating the picture in front of me-
The smoke from the tip of my cigarette pencils an abstract art on the air. I remember childhood like it was yesterday,
There are times I scream out to the stars, Thinking of you and all these times, so hard.