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Jun 2018
Fin
Fear-shaped autumn of surreal tragedies,
and our ashes shall be scattered
over the neon rust city
in their mutiny where I sense the breaking,
a preaching fusillade of artificial smiles
where we have to breathe ether.

Too embraceful and vain.

May be I even believed
once

but
no more.
Written by
Edera
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