Hamilton Arts & Letters
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Brooklyn, February 25, 2019. Miles of warehouses. Contents hidden behind foreign scripts. Brown cardboard boxes marked Beauty Supplies awaiting entry. I will not lie, I thought about stealing. Not for the beauty, for the supplies. Miles of free street art. A painted Black boy was not looking at us through the real tree. Painted people climbed the neck of a giraffe, a ladder to the bright blue sky. Skeletons upon skeletons. Til death do we part. Everything slant, slanted. One of these claims is a lie. [ >>>>> FORWARD ]
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