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To Black Bear

to black bear to black bear, cub, or lair i really dont care nobody likes days of dawn being treated like a pawn you do see so lovingly only your point of view and not the minority, or of the few who's voices do make sense but your afraid to see, hence your darkening tunnel with a widening funnel your bricks in a wall taking a tumbling fall you need to think and not blink at voices that do make sense and not refute such as nonsense your words feathering his nest very classic at best i say no to the games you play like pawns on a board you slay like the back stab with what you did to me where i was suppressed with no voice to plea connie pachecho 1/15/17

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