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Aug 2020
Defining the laws,
Destroying young chains.
Descending lost walls,
Dissolving forces to grains.

An army of enslaved,
And you sit in the middle.
Any spoken words are engraved,
I’ll play your deathly fiddle.

Maybe you should speak
So you’ll finally see
Just how weak
You’re meant to be.
FluorescentShadow
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FluorescentShadow  18/M/Does it matter?
(18/M/Does it matter?)   
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     ---, Aparna, iixiixixvii and Imran Islam
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