chopready
Clench
Foriegners, lousy foriegners
Never speak to me in funny language
I don't know you so be apparent
Act predictably, do what I expect
I will not know you beyond foriegn
My mind is made up and small
I don't think about all of us
Very few actually and mostly me
My hate, my fear, my ignorance
If I don't keep this, who will I be?
JM
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