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Jul 2018
A dismal dystopia.

A  dissociative place .

Abducted; from normality
suppressed my thoughts , cunning
immorality .

My mind craves for instanity .

Reached.
An eerie  valley
streams beyond the tide .

In a place were birds do not fly .
I crumble in my desolation
pleading mercy.

I resuscitate , revive.

LORD.
If this was pre -determined
why does my -fatality- never arise .
Dania Elmayer
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Dania Elmayer
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