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Mar 2021
the streets make us strangers
cars louder than greetings
put our souls in danger
how to stop the bleeding

words not meant for me to hear
drifting fast from your lips
echoing somewhere so near
what an apocalypse

but is it the revenge
for what is lost
or is it just defence
from what's not gone?
cassandra
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