Chapter
Maybe? We’ will survive
Tell poverty to liberate
Eyes did everything, she never ease
Unfortunately, the tale of warm hut seems to confuse people
Coins gambled, simple souls dwelling in shamble
Never breathe
Like a journeying arrow tearing thousands peace
Tired. Now, eager to wage
Caliber of writers warring for more
In solidarity scratching already known pace
Bombing bellies. Never enough of our own home
Singing. If you ever loved us? Better change
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