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i breath in air i don't own
into a body i did not craft
and i take up space in which
i had no say in making
so is it err to say my pain is not just mine to feel
or that the You in every cell of mine
weeps by my side?
when a stranger passes by this hill-like-a-skull
whom are we,
whom are we now?
He said "It's not My hand It's not My leg."
they wont see the blood of two men.
into a body i did not craft
and i take up space in which
i had no say in making
so is it err to say my pain is not just mine to feel
or that the You in every cell of mine
weeps by my side?
when a stranger passes by this hill-like-a-skull
whom are we,
whom are we now?
He said "It's not My hand It's not My leg."
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