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A Toast To Misery
Shaking to its core, the cries go unheard across a nation.
Eyes and ears are glued to a screen,
that can only translate the pain we cannot feel.
Lives are lost; never forgotten. Yet the rumbling has just begun.
Bodies move in motion, yet their senses are suspended.
Will we meet again? A promise that is lost in translation.
A restoration of faith is in order, however our doubts stand victorious.
Hopelessness takes priority, while order slips into history.
We anticipate the next chapter, filled with nothing short of misery.
Copyright ©
Sara Ajemyan
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