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Feb 2021
The children died first.
One after the other.
A nation so full of
Laughter and joy turned
To rubble and ash.
Where there once was
Happiness and the sound
Of memories being made.
There now lies an
Abyss of empty space.
That echos off the
Darkness that surrounds us.
CataclysticEvent
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CataclysticEvent  28/F/Between Here and There
(28/F/Between Here and There)   
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