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Dec 2020
perhaps you could tell the crowd
of the world's hideous secrets
punctured underneath the clothes of men
not a matter to vanquish

and as you spit out the truth
the red flags ascending
beware, my young child,
beware of what these masked faces may take you

oh say the countrymen, don't dare speak
for they refused the circumstances
that passed through generations
and had let ignorance rejoice
Moonchild
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Moonchild  19/F/Milky Way
(19/F/Milky Way)   
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