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Police Brutality

And for now I go there...

//It is almost evening now//

Under the stars.

always

Foregone stories.

Regret and rue.

This poem is not perfect!

Waiting...

Languages and lies

Reminiscences

Cloves

Words

Friendship

Dark mode

Even today.

Friendship

Incomprehensible truth

Mob lynching

Necessary disturbances

A thousand things untried.

Sunsets and stardust.

Old buildings

Passions and darkness

Standing on the way