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Paz Griot
Revolution Poems
I'm Still Here
ReclAIM OUR CITY
UNPARALLELED
AS WE SPEAK
JUDGMENT DAY
Tattered jeans and tequila shots
LIKE YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME NOT TO
WORLD TO KNOW
good people
THe griot
so the world remembers
concrete echoes
shedding old skin
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