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Jan 2019
Our  romance   of
sorrowness  never
touch  the
barrier  reef
under  the  sea.


The  blood  flood
will   start  to  flow
from  our  body.




Our  romance  of
4  eyes
never  touch  the
flood  plan  in where
water  is  king
not  the
real  land.



The  tear-flood  will
again  will  blow
like  border less  wind.
Written by
IncholPoem
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