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Dec 2018
T.V
When the television dies
He cries
For no one is talking anymore

His sanity is slowly becoming sand
From the ocean full of wonders

Slowly drying up the tears
He awoke to the sound of endless rings

The petrichor scent
Reminds him of the past that he’s life is a lie

Because all of his friends are dead
When the television dies
Mikko
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Mikko  23/M/Philippines
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