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Apr 2016
Maybe if a tornado will come
And destroy all the things I wrecked myself.
And also wipe my memories
Of hands clenched around knives
And a rage so undeniable that it became invisible
To the human eye but there are tremors
Still left and suffered under the blinds.
Kenēn
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Kenēn  Japan
(Japan)   
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