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Oct 2017
the wind is tired
eyes said that why now
I was walked at the desolate streets
how many people knows
real was covered always
us remained dreams
our hunger not end
Semihten5
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Semihten5  42/Turkey
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   TSPoetry, Timothy and JustG
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