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Dec 2019
do not wear my words

as flattery, even if you should

find them addressed to you.

they are the reverberations

of our combined power.

sit on the ground,

and look up.
Written by
Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
         Imran Islam, liz, Apollo The Incandescent and Nigdaw
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