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Feb 2018
From where I stand,
on this concrete piece of land,
rain spills down,
like tears of man,
which flows in river of black liquor and whatever man decides to have.

But humans aren't the only ones who cry,
as this statue is also just sad,
watching death after centuries of its rise,
and wants to cower but is more stone than man alive.
Jessica
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Jessica  15/F
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