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Feb 13
Vitriol burns the air, so thick,
Fear strikes reason, swift and slick.
Soul dissolves in filth and grime,
Dancing to the world's decline.

Here, the chemistry is plainβ€”
All turns foul, all profane.
Beauty’s gone without a trace,
Darkness swallows every place.
Igor Vykhovanets
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Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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