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Aug 2019
my people are deep in sleep
they are numb to the cold
yet they dream of liberty and peace
only when they are but asleep
they sleep under a house
that is slowly crumbling
believing only in a dream
but living the nightmare as they sleep

they are silent they are motionless
they are just near to death
but they still breathe they still sleep
as the house starts to fall
and the ship starts to sink
migayle ocuaman
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migayle ocuaman  19/Bigender/philippines
(19/Bigender/philippines)   
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