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Dec 2018
how did this archaic being make it to my broken world?
dresses of cloth and lips painted by berries
i can only envision her ancient soul
in fields of rolling grass that no longer exist
save yourself from this new era, new city
its only for me and the other masters of modernity
who are numb enough to fade into the present
Written by
caroline  21/F
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