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Oct 2018
This world’s giant claws
are beating me down
and slashing at my hope;
turning my heart to pulp.

Where is my strength?
What force is within
grasp
to whisk me away
and save me
from the stains of horror
branded into the Earth?
Brizar Poetry
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Brizar Poetry  24/F/UNIVERSE
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