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May 2017
in the east
there is sand, and fire, and oath;
in the west
there is another plague
of the mind and the soul;
in the north
the solitude of every snowflake
can be felt;
in the south
the ancients are rotting
forgotten because
their stories don't sell
I wanted to make it cultural but it turend out political somehow...
Written by
Gabriel burnS
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