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Aug 2015
We are all dead
buried in this grave of life
Constantly gasping for air
searching for the light
secretly dreading the end of sorrow
where everything is right.
We are all dead
cremated by the beauty of this hideous fire
the one we ironically call life.
Poem Created by Medinah Aousunt
Medinah Aousunt
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Medinah Aousunt
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