anartao
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Many lamps, one lightA Poem by anartao |
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To condemn or to condone ?A Poem by anartao |
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Empty heads are ripe for fillingA Poem by anartao |
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Parasites of tragedyA Poem by anartao |
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The sliding scales of sympathyA Poem by anartao |
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Seeing the sun in the mirrorA Poem by anartao |
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Jihad and the westA Poem by anartao |
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The lynching of Jesse WashingtonA Poem by anartao |
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Crimes of honestyA Poem by anartao |
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