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Jun 2016
When such beauty, buried under a tomb
Now, it is time for flowers to bloom,
Their roots now drenched in blood of the fresh
Are we not deluded by this rotting flesh?
Of sockets filled with holes
Of bodies marked by knives
Of dreams stained with souls
Of hearts suffers in lives.
Ezra P W P
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Ezra P W P  Indonesia
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