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Sep 2018
The grinding humm of diesel generators fill the smoggy night.

The sky cries acid and breathes sut.

Air is uncomfortably close; sitting on your chest and scraping your throat.

Animals die in unison falling on burnt soil bereavement of life is inevitable.
Any feedback would be massively appreciated.
Written by
Connor Eastwood  15/M/England
(15/M/England)   
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