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Nov 2021
Land of no one,
devastation at sight.
This body of mine
seems to have no pulse,
the feet keep it moving
but in slow motion.
There's a war approaching
and nobody to fight.
This piece of land
has stayed behind.
The steps of my feet
are not enough
to get out.
Carolina
Written by
Carolina  25/F/Argentina
(25/F/Argentina)   
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