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My slam coaches and judges tell me That I mumble too much   Something about how I speak when I’m on stage I have this almost drawl
There amongst the fallen trees and rivers of black. Voices and laughter can be heard across the trees, the autumn leaves soak up my mother's blood.   Stars once shimmered and danced across the skies,
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