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Jul 2020
once inhabited
for containment
bottled up cider
— soon too sour

that we do is beautiful
but fleeting – living
a vile act of pure free will

blissful less peaceful
the corpses we make
. . . . - - -  - -  .
Written by
нина  22/F/Caracas, Venezuela.
(22/F/Caracas, Venezuela.)   
   Ela and Henk
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