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Sep 2017
fall endlessly like raindrops to the ocean;
Like little soldiers, one after the other,
They fall just as the enemy targets them.

Why am I here?
Why do I tell you this?
Why do these fall in my face when my insides feel nothing?

Then again, what is a smile with happiness in it?
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     Lior Gavra and Suja Gunasegaran
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