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Sep 2024
A long dusty road, where man do not go.
The burning of the sun, piercing through the flesh of someone.
No daring animal, no matter how hungry, run past this way.
Look, you'll see. Look deep, far beyond the trees.
A place so damaged, so much stories to tell.
Written by
lee
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