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May 2021
There are cracks in the mask
because there are cracks in the foundation.

Hazy,
what was it all like before we divvied our nation?

Mother's and children
helpless in separation.

Give me the good news
when all I see is complication.

Who decided what's ours isn't theirs?

Crossing, drowning, they're running out of flares.
DElizabeth
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DElizabeth  20/F/mi
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   Jason and Imran Islam
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