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Feb 2018
In hunger, they sleep,
waiting for someone, something.

And when it comes, they will hunt,
until they eat,
and more souls become lost,
in the paradise of loneliness.

Corpses become soulless,
and in turn,
are turned,
to become mummies,
guarding the lost until found,
by a lover or a sinner.
Jessica
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Jessica  15/F
(15/F)   
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   Imran Islam and Carina
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