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Sep 2019
All the acrid smoke
And dust of the world
Fills my lungs
Burning
Burning like a fire
I can taste the sulfur on my tongue
And feel the charcoal sticking to my fingertips
I look around
And all I see is a wasteland.
lua
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lua  16/F/on the moon
(16/F/on the moon)   
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       lua, Rose, Salmabanu Hatim, Fawn and Sienna
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