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Dec 2020
Something
out of nowhere
Is coming
in your direction
To chase
whatever it crosses
Whatever it sees
And whatever it touches
it doesn't hurt
It doesn't scratch
it doesn't suffocate
And it doesn't mutilate
...
But it kills
and it fades away
Slowly
Hopeful Soul
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Hopeful Soul
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   Larry and annh
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