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Feb 14
If we all obey, will perish,
Will be bleating, loud and blind.
Slaughter’s coming—should we cherish
Any hopes of different kind?
Igor Vykhovanets
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Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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