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Sep 2018
They wear the blood of their victims like a suit so suited to their bodies
The guilt that they should’ve had lost its way in war to find its way into us
So as it kills us alive it keeps leaving corpses behind
So it kills us, not as it kills them
so we liv but it’s not the same without them.
EBTI
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EBTI  Riyadh
(Riyadh)   
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     Fawn, Edmund black and Colm
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