Jan 2020
The sound of children suffering from some far off shore in my ear
The tears of first light shed a certain sadness as I listen for a sparse hope
But all that transmits is an echo of fear...
The tears of first light shed a certain sadness as I listen for a sparse hope
But all that transmits is an echo of fear...
(50/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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