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Sep 2019
when earthquakes shiver
when thunder drifts down from the hills
all the citizens burn down their home
and rip down the gate to their city

a trickle of rain sends them reeling
sprinting in circles for the end of the world
grabbing on to rubble
in an attempt to keep their balance

it sure feels nice to be hungry
clearing out my drafts
Written by
Ray Dunn  20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)   
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