Jul 2017
A land abused in disrepair.
The void is empty, not much there.
Appendages torn,
so many to mourn.
People are blind, they're unaware.
The void is empty, not much there.
Appendages torn,
so many to mourn.
People are blind, they're unaware.
(35/M/Edinburgh)
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