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Mar 28
The sun plummets into pools
Of fleshy humanity.
The pollution sinks
Into the streets of the city.
The flames,
Lapping at the skin
Melting off of
My hollow structure.
But still, I will stand tall.
The memory of you
Still branded on the insides
Of my eyelids.
Luna Jay
Written by
Luna Jay  18/F/North Carolina
(18/F/North Carolina)   
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     Darrell Landstrom and Donovan
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