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Oct 2011
Untitled
The world is still.
An eerie calm
shivers down my spine.
Everyone is gone.
Am I alone?
Are there survivors?
I have been searching for months.
Without any sign
Written by
amber cash
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     Frederick le Roux, JM Romig and amber cash
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