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Feb 2015
It's really dark outside thise train
but there's a country
landscapes made by not God but humans
fresh water inside the former sea
where am I going?
what did I take along?
the darkness now surrounds me
not a single light outside this train
Written by
Corina
364
   Daniel Tabone
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