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Aug 27
have seen more
than you can ever imagine—
many things
that will never be said aloud.
Lost things,
never to be found.
Drinks being downed,
emotions drowned,
crying on cold, tiled ground.
Too many southbound,
their suffering forever resounds
on these bathroom walls.
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