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Jul 2020
fighting
clawing
scratching
gasping
for whatever glimpse of clean air
when the apocalypse is over
when the bodies outnumber the grains of sand
for whatever rain storm befalls
the rain will take over in waves to
cleanse
dry
redeem
purify
been feeling like
its getting better
but getting worse


xoxo
-sunshine
sunshine
Written by
sunshine  21/F/British Columbia
(21/F/British Columbia)   
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