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May 1
rapid warming bursts open his polluted lungs
flies and maggots spill while wilted flowers have sprung
sickly eyes and perverted form
chaos and death revel in the man-made storm

mourning with blue irises in my hand
a cold silent distance between where you and I stand
if I move an inch closer, I will have to overcome my fear
that it is of little matter that I care
im your friend.
but it isn't good enough.
Kelly Lin
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Kelly Lin  15/F/United States
(15/F/United States)   
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     Ale, Andrew Crawford and Patrick Harrison
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