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Oct 5
Since I climbed up this hill
I see past the sea or a steppe:
a great fire! burning the leftovers
of grease and filth
that created this scorched earth;

I can only pray
it spreads over here too.
2023-12-05
Written by
galatella
23
   Pavel
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