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Jun 2021
Penguins march in my dreams
in a city that will soon be terrorized
with the dispersed paint of their black and white
I am blind in the seamless continuity of whiteness
invisibility undermines my black sorrow
left behind by the happily marching penguins
Written by
zozek
78
   Eloisa
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