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Friday, January 8, 2021

Present

                                                                                                                                                                     

We all dwellers are forced to enlist

high and low are all embroidered

no one is here to remove the mist

world of happiness gone far away

Heaven stans, hell are to assist

a single call, screaming and a roar

as horrified as silence is to exist

how all shiver with floating fear

It takes as no one is left to resist

                                                                                                                                                                      

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