A curfew night huddled in muffled silences screaming bodies of pain. A stone's throw away a life barbed for life lies a prison that I didn't make I never asked for it it was not mine thrust upon my forehead like a brutal bane.
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fingertree
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then there were those who also did not ask to leave but had to driving down to the plains running scared with a single suitcase that contained all their life... tragedies all...
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then there were those
who also did not ask to leave
but had to
driving down to the plains
running scared
with a single suitcase
that contained all their life...
tragedies all...
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