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Untitled I saw my swarthy skin shine again a little bright The rays of my imperfection covering my face like a veil I saw my shadow multiply images of my existence Thus my soul remembered the sound of my heart beat I saw my swarthy skin shine again a little brighter This time I new, a drop of Jesus’ blood was poured in my cane

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