disappear through sog and stink;
ideas become painful
like first jon/trick
and first backdoor
entrance to a life promised to die;
she holds head lower than soles of black boots
from the souls of black folk
at the wells bottom
forever looking to the sky
...maybe then, she'll see tomorrow

**********Mad Love to The Sigs**********

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