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Mar 2016
smoke bombs
vivid colors, fumes that clog your throat
how humane it is to sacrifice yourself
just to see a hint of beauty in our life
we cough and we cough and we cough
until we spat blood out on our hand
brimming with the potency of sheer
stubborn humanity of wanting to live
in paradise of beautiful things on earth.
Im quiete feeling angry rn
Nabs
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Nabs  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
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     Nabs, katie and Matthew Berkshire
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