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Nov 2017
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What is the point of stars to
The blind, the worms or the fish
I call, scream out to whom
The sight has passed the gift.
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Unleash
The wish to break out of darkness
Pray see
What is up in the sky
The night is ethereal oneness
In which one encounters Ρ€Π°ΠΉ.
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I'm sorry to dwell in a city so hectic
Where chins have been chained to chests
My mother has told me
As her mother told her
As her father told her
To raise head to wind and to put neck to test
Kon Grin
Written by
Kon Grin  20/M/Uzbekistan
(20/M/Uzbekistan)   
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