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Dec 2022
Lampshade decorated with paper flowers

Though as he woke it caught in flames

Moths spluttered away from an impact

He spoke in his mind 'it was ours'

A loud blaring voice claims 'we let them to safety'

As the buildings fall to pieces

As the fire climbs rapidly up the towers

The Tiger crushed all that was left
Rotten Meat
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