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Oct 2020
I place my soul before the sun to feel it's warm embrace.

But just as twisted, the glare grew wicked. A blank stare of decay.

An open view of different colours.
The rumbling clouds weep softly.

Life shuts down and bliss fills air,Β calmness falls before me.
Draven Brass
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Draven Brass  16/M/Port Elizabeth
(16/M/Port Elizabeth)   
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   Imran Islam
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