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Jul 2014
The Kingdoms of the Mountain Cross
Part V

In mornings,
There rose globes of fire.
At nights,
Their deaths did not sound.
Every day,
The people decay.
And for every light,
There were souls taking flight.
Written by
Beleif  Texas
   Priyanshi Dass
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