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Apr 2022
The building was consumed with the eerie presence of death,
Not only the seniors who had all but their mouths in the grave,
but also the souls of the children who once walked these halls.
The children, who unlike the current residences, had long lives ahead of them.
Now they lie in graves, unmarked, unrecognized, uncared for.
While the descendants of those who had killed them, are cared for on the very same land.
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