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Yesterday Ghosts
Our pains are our shames. These
gifts from our fathers and inherited from our mothers
wounds we carry within like long cherished bitter soul-children
though the winds may ask us to release them to the East
we carry marks on us as children of the condemned
our bitter soul-children
though the wind unavailingly pleads for our release of these poisonous captives
release them to the East
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