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I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

-Amiri Baraka

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I Am Inside Someone Who

Amiri Baraka

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

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