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May 2022
The moon is not meek for it is a warrior
It is not cold when it is burning with rage
Between the jaws of Bakunawa, it will not yield
Within the shadows of the earth, it will not wane
A piece dedicated to Felip
Written by
xvy  27/F
(27/F)   
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