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On pristine sands of palm tree lined, ocean tides, we let you roll in. You bowled out with our lives. You use our heritage as gimmick, selling my culture back to me, replacing my roots, with white noise philosophy. You latch on to our art, and everyone who identifies, like a coup to erase my […]