The fathoms of my deepest thoughts cannot be heard through the speed of sound are the heartbeat of words. My minds dissertation to save my black people, and resurrect a nation, is muted, but I must be patient.
The murmurs are a health risk, but my voice is deafening to the cardiac kid. God is the cure for the cancer, here is the prescription, read as directed, take two, call him in the morning, he’ll answer…
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