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Jun 22
there are no greetings,
no farewells,
they cross the line
and leave unnoticed.
a solemn choir of silenced voices
repeating an outdated prayer.
there is no god to hear them out,
their hope is but an empty promise.
they find their rest
in nameless graves
and die the way they lived,
unnoticed.
Written by
Viktoriia  31/F/Germany
(31/F/Germany)   
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     Ken Pepiton, Zeno and Traveler
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