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Dec 2020
It was Gustav Hunger that brought the storm.
We watched in agony at the cruelty of it.
Children beheaded in the orchards.
Our hands are bloodied now.
Nothing grows in the fields of sorrow.
The expanse is blinding. Gustav says we are to be made into honest and true working folk.
He killed Annie mason yesterday.
I miss my boy.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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     Maniacal Escape and Rob Rutledge
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