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Feb 2022
It shoots through the sky
Above whats suppose to be normal
Making me unable to focus

I sit
I wait
I shake

Each second passing
makes it rise
Victim and Preditor
once more together

How long
until the victim is freed?
How much torture is needed
to see my pain?
Writing of the Unknown
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Writing of the Unknown  F
(F)   
98
       --- and Traveler
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