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Oct 2020
chair is spinning around with shriveled leaves
rustling emptiness is what we have
engraved into the souls
imprisoned into the hollow beliefs.

let the dead howling
fight with the strom inside.

you will, won't you?
Rifah Nanziba
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Rifah Nanziba  18/F
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