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- where the bugs collect and the mold forms , cups run empty under dust blankets that i can only taste not touch
- it's the end of the world and i am quiet , it will never be the end of me just the end of the around me , we can never know for certain ,
- i sit and wait , for what ? the bombs , the war , the people , is that who i am waiting for ?
- is there more , or not enough ?
may 13 2019 ∞
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