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May 2020
~ Vladimir Burich ~

In a coverall and mask,
with a monitor in hand,
I am going
to interview
the land.

Tell me,
what happened,
what got you poisoned?

Terminally ill,
make your last wish.

You don’t recognize me.
To you, I look like a vermin.

I don’t recognize you:
you've got covered
with ulcers
of human doings
Written by
Vyas  37/M/Russia
     Holly D and Vyas
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