I have lived on a fence all of my life.
It remains to be painted white as yet.
It has a second self in a river
THat appears as a surface of air
absorbing the moisture contained in breath
Clouds they are called the cotton balls mirror.
The body beheld it never had freedom.
The denseness so cruel as outrageous.
The Folkways of Slaves and Train Railways.
Cotton in Brambles Scars in the Furrows.
Fate tormented SLave VIolence Turpitude.
COnsidered more Beautiful when preserved.
For future perspective, harvest wretched,
History held over its Shoulders, Emerges.
Clouds they are called the cotton balls mirror.
The body beheld it never had freedom.
The denseness so cruel as outrageous.
The Folkways of Slaves and Train Railways.
Cotton in Brambles Scars in the Furrows.
Fate tormented SLave VIolence Turpitude.
COnsidered more Beautiful when preserved.
For future perspective, harvest wretched,
History held over its Shoulders, Emerges.
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