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Jul 2018
Pity the young who may not stay,
who deeply care
everywhere,
who shall not know a yesterday.
'Ashes to ashes'
is a must;
gases to gases
after the dust.
Pity the young who may not see;
keen their sense
of the expense
of disagreement by the free:
bitter words,
hissing thoughts.
Dying birds,
empty forts
Written by
Sinjun  M
(M)   
120
   Fawn
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