Story of a Dead Life
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deep are the wounds
from a pharmacy no cure
no autonomy able to treat
tears flowing unparalleled
even the flow of the stream
the blood soaks the ground
no match by any flood
beset the plants
crops are grown of spilling tears
from the blood flow out of violence
this is a story of the lives
of the dead.
KK.110116.11:38AM
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