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Mar 2020
Scatter blue sparks across the night.
Every sleeping child awakes to screams of fright.

Shadows ignite, the world’s alight.
Every tortured soul is dragged to see the sight.

‘How does the sun still glow, without my son by my side?
Your rivers still flow. The moon still shapes the tide.’
Brother Blue Sparks
FunSlower
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FunSlower  34/M/Australia
(34/M/Australia)   
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