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Feb 18
The sea is begging for mercy,
the moon echoes its pain at night,
each sunset - a mantra to mother earth,
“You can do this, you’ll survive.
The soil, the trees, the ocean to the highest peaks,
an army against the thieves,
who took this land and made it bleed.”
Tara
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Tara  19/F/Netherlands
(19/F/Netherlands)   
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