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May 2020
Such renewable resources
Plenty to share
Amongst all
Yet what shall become
Of our broken husks
When the source of renewal
Runs dry...
How long until we die?
Should I start packing my stuff?
Cut my losses
Even if I know
The loss has ended alongside the sun.
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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