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Sep 2019
Heaven rains down.
Hell rises up.
At dawn, they begin
Their search for dusk.
We mind.
We matter.
We run.
We scatter.
In the war between
All the higher powers,
All we are is,
Collateral damage.
We are used by all.
Favored by none.
Ruheen
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Ruheen  18/F/Here
(18/F/Here)   
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   Sona Lachina and iixiixixvii
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