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Nov 2018
My world isn’t safe,
My walk home is full of rathe,
Greedy people, haunted lands,
Drunken fools hungry hands
Running, still it hardly hides,
The fear I feel,
Consumes my mind,
I try and I plead,
And I stand stiff in line,
The words leaves my lips,
With dominance in its tone,
Please, dear God,
Leave Me Alone.
Rosa Lovetta
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