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Jan 2019
I fall silently,
I want to fight back loud
Wearing shoes of diamond,
I want to step over the clouds.

The fog is still heavy
Blinding me, the ashy smoke also arrives.
While the dark night is still looming,
The rising Sun reminds me, that Iā€™m still alive.
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       --- and Neuvalence
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