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Feb 2015
Somewhere, someday,
Our home is no longer a prison cell.

Somewhere, someday,
Our souls are still living
Here and there

And someday,
No more intention to hurt and ****
Living as humans, not creatures or devils

And yes, somewhere,
Our home is safe and sound
The sun will burn us no more
This is for my brothers.
Budhino
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Budhino  Somewhere in Asia
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