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In my alabaster skin, I don't
Possess a photographic memory
But I can still see DuBois
At the back of a bus, can see

Little side windows in shops Sliding open like guillotines Years after I first dated The god of variables. No Dogs

Kikes Dagoes Spics Niggers A sign said. I'm not dust yet, But I remember ballot boxes & want ads too, August Sundays

When the boys dissected Eden & evil-eyed us girls. Friend, My heart was divided by a rope That halved a rock & roll dancehall.

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