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Jun 2018
What puddle of golden flame
Can compare to the heavy rain?
And so we mortals of faulty morals
Will cause each other such great pain.

Peace in thoughts, and fear in love.
Hopes so high that they fly above
The stone hearts grounded into hate;
A tragedy of a blood speckled dove.

So spare some change for an undiscovered place,
Come and watch the human race;
This one wins, this one cheated,
That one has never been defeated,
But look at that poor boy,
Unaware if his place,
His words are weak and to all...
It brings disgrace.
Panda Boy
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Panda Boy  17/M/UK
(17/M/UK)   
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     Fawn, everly, Jackie Mead and Poetic T
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