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Dec 2020
Our religions aren't believable
Our people keep on dying

Our past is not retrievable
It's defenders keep on lying

I hide away, I hide today
A sunny afternoon

I'm going to see my sons, Xie Xie
The sun's light is the moon.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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