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Nov 25
What he eats, he becomes,
we see ruthlessness, what is in the stomach?
Killing kindness, the kind of vile violence,
the pain in our eyes, it was in their eyes.
Killed collective consciousness
be prepared what comes next,
What we sow, we reap
it feels like a clean sweep.
Druzzayne Rika
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Druzzayne Rika  24/F/Living inside the poetry
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)   
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     Nylee
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