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Jun 2019
apocalypse
one is happening
before our eyes
one we caused
disguised by lies

money
what they make
from the week
they become hooked
to the relief they seek

zombies
are what is left
nothing to regret
souls left waning
while the industries are gaining
Persephone Salix
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Persephone Salix  17/Non-binary/NC
(17/Non-binary/NC)   
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     ---, ---, Bogdan Dragos, an aviary and Yann
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