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| Camille Rankine |
Our stone wall was built by slaves and my bones, my bones
are paid for. We have two
of everything, twice heavy
in our pockets, warming
our two big hands.
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This is the story, as I know it. One morning:
the ships came, as foretold, and death
pearl-handled, almost
and completely.Reference: Welcome to It.
How cheap a date I turned out to be . . . .
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