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May 2022
US
Whichever direction you look from
From the prow or from the stern
I was fighting for us, not you crumb
Hence-forwards, it’s only your turn
Written by
labyrinth  53/M/Istanbul
(53/M/Istanbul)   
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   Melanii
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