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Jan 2023
There were angels in the street,
Standing by the dead cat.
One was grieving
And the other raised its head,
The red sky opened,
And the faceless angels
Left with the cat.
I stayed there, in-between
Death and rebirth on my hand.
Written by
Ursula Wolf  25/F/Hungary
(25/F/Hungary)   
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