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Jul 2023
The clouds tell stories of gruesome happenings.

A bunny, shooting its head off,
It keeps grabbing but it’ll never get it back on.

A face of a man, looking down on us all.
With an expression of greed, but it’s really sadness hidden in it all.

I’m dreaming clouds today,
With a tired look.
Rita
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Rita  19/F
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