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Mar 2016
Looking around to see
Corpse all around and
Everything deserted,
Weird thing is people
And the corpses are
battling people are
Losing till we fleed to
safer ground,
Listening you hear
Battle calls,
Looking around and having
An fear of heights, is
peaceful dream or a
Walk in the park,
Compared to what I see and
Hear
Alexia Bliss
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Alexia Bliss  New york
(New york)   
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