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Oct 2019
The horn blares across the streets,
Over houses, and parks,
Racing towards the weak.

In my heart, I scream, I plead,
Come for me too,
Cause I feel pain,
Find me some medicine,
To make a broken heart heal.
Elias
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Elias
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