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Mar 2021
This renaissance mind
has rejected
my being...
I can no longer
accept
the world that
I am seeing,
take shape
of late-
are we fated
to hate?
This race war
it's an
eyesore-
but not a joke
anymore.
Winter
Written by
Winter  29/F/Orion’s Belt
(29/F/Orion’s Belt)   
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