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When i flip  through the pages 

of the earth i found the memories of how we

 dance to the songs of our fathers death and 

we buried  their smile in a blind home 

Grief is now our blood line

because our home now dances to the rhymes 

of dead songs and we care no more about 

 our ancestral  promises

We walk on the lines of injustices

and darkness now houses on our skin

for we no longer know our names

and our body now float on blood

Our feet  walk on fire for we say

it cool our body  and 

carved our body like portrait 

of lifeless bird soaring on the sky

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This is a poem about my home…