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The grinding humm of diesel generators fill the smoggy night. The sky cries acid and breathes sut. Air is uncomfortably close; sitting on your chest and scraping your throat. Animals die in unison falling on burnt soil bereavement of life is inevitable.
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
Poison
The grinding humm of diesel generators fill the smoggy night. The sky cries acid and breathes sut. Air is uncomfortably close; sitting on your chest and scraping your throat. Animals die in unison falling on burnt soil bereavement of life is inevitable.
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15/M/England
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
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