as we stand on the island in the middle of the busy road
as you stab me with your finger
accusing me - me!
for the silent, worrying walk
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dear canada, you are safe your indigenous are almost forgotten your white guilt sheds crocodile tears a fresh wave of immigrant colonizers c...
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