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Nov 2018
I can’t believe it
The whispers
Why can’t I see the news
The smoke floods in
It chokes us
People are everywhere
Nothing
Reduced to ashes
The flames swirl and twirl
Taunting
Crushing
Nothing to help
Just prayer
For me
For them
I must go
Like always
Grabbing only what we need
Unlike the others
No time
Please pray for the Camp Fire. Any donations would help incredulously.
Faith
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Faith  18/F/In my own little world
(18/F/In my own little world)   
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   Biniam Z Demoz, Sylph, RK and eileen
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