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Apr 2020
As my mind wandered
this savage street
filled with misery and regret
I sighed, as the unending
and relentless whirlwind of agony
is all but child's play compared
to what this seemingly calm but deep,
seething resentment exuding
from all the tired souls waiting to be saved,
waiting for their own minuscule area of repose.
KL Taguiam
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