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Nov 2019
In the eye
of the rolling thunder

Stood idly by
to tear me asunder

The world paints
us gray

In its’ apathetic taint

What we have here
are not our friends

But loose ends and
negative trends
Culpoetry
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Culpoetry  Britain
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   Bogdan Dragos
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