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Sep 2018
in sadness
i was aloft
for the death
of my countrymen
are bulk

the mountains moved
and melted
like river flowing
so smooth, it took lives

they heard them screaming
yet they listen not

the pleas of their voices
were echoing
along the seashores
even the skies, cries
of these loses

in sadness
still am aloft
for the death of my countrymen
i'm in no help- not at all
they - authorities; them/their-victims
Triggered Letters
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Triggered Letters  28/M/Philippines
     Matthew, Shruti Dadhich and ---
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