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Poetry
KaZ Akers

Favorite Time of Day

Sunset on the hill. Favorite time of day. Bats, bugs, birds. Flit, flap, buzz. All the searching. Seeking. Surrender ledto the top of a hill.

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Poetry
KaZ Akers

The Color of My Skin

You murdered me because of the color of my skin. Not because of my culture. Not because of my religion. Not over territory rights or

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