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Nov 2016
Lives move past
And I am last
The world is ever turning

Our hearts have bled
Our eyes are dead
Our bodies slowly burning.

The monster’s skin
Comes from within
This sickness is concerning

The flames eat
What we have left
Slowly we are learning

The Black skin
And death within
Is karma just returning
2015
Astra Zenneth
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