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Feb 14
Sell the soul, embrace the vile,
Trade it off without a thought.
See the crime—it’s in the style
Of the world where all is bought.

Turn away? Then you’re complicit
In the madness, in the fall.
Still, no words can make a difference—
This whole world is doomed, that’s all.
Igor Vykhovanets
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Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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