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Its a race against time

Oh my brother, permit me please Release the grip, ease my larynx I die gasping for breath. Lincoln, the Abe, sighed and signed To restrict not, but to foster brotherhood Time elapses, but your ingrained grudge not erased Give me space, enough to breath; Give me air, To live, believe and relieve my burden; Of history. It’s a race to merge our color Oh my brother, run Run against Time.. And Permit me please.

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Date: 5/31/2020 5:46:00 AM
Brilliant poetry..
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