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Oct 2020
the storm has passed
but the aircrafts’ echos linger
a quiet sunrise will always cleanse the weak
will your problems seep into the broken earth?
squeezing between ages of the bones
because unlike them
you were chosen
so indebted you are
and pain will sow upon your heart from now on
Written by
mark soltero  23/M/Texas
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