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Feb 2020
We’ve only touched the surface
And tyed ribbons around the depthless sea
And mocking it’s color when ever we felt like it
The despairing silver black waves, in this crescent night
And in its nightmare, black like charcoal with no glow
How does that go without mention?
How does that not speak our truth?
EBTI
Written by
EBTI  Riyadh
(Riyadh)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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