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Aug 2014
When flesh turns to dirt and your bones to dust to become a part of the earth,
no longer human just scattered fragments, turned into wet mud in the pouring rain where little children play unaware
that their playground is made of you and every other being
that had ever laid to rest beneath the ground
Luna
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Luna  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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