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Nov 2020
The parched soul
Yours, which now rests above
Look,
Our eyes tear lifeless;
Arrows through the ripped-out heart.
The almighty pain,
How it tears us apart.
Who are these cabals,
The desecrators of finiteness,
Driven by divine voices?
Oh, come back darling
ilias
Written by
ilias  19/F
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       Zoi Ardens, Jeremy Stacy and Melanii
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