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Nov 2019
The filth is coming out
Nobody cares who's wrong and right
When our enormous plane is crushing
Into someone else's sky

Wrapped in a gentle comfort towel
Imagined by the hidden shadows
Newly-born screaming in a tower
Soon they'll get pockets filled with papers
Written by
Basil Rubin  19/M/Ukraine
(19/M/Ukraine)   
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     Shiv Pratap Pal, ap, Traveler and ---
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