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May 2019
Here is one last sentiment
All in rightful luck
Hearken to the sediment
The city where you’re stuck

Where must we go?
My mind is cloaked to useful things
Who will we follow
Into the evening’s ring?

You must forge a name
Lest you be maimed
By fortune-starved fame
And young, vacant dames
Derrek Estrella
Written by
Derrek Estrella  20/M/The ISS
(20/M/The ISS)   
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   Prerna Singh
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