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Solitude
Empty roads, dried up trees
Screams of the left send chills
Horrors of the past, still haunts less than the present
Talked to the dead, more alive than a saint
Alone in the billion, free in the prison
© banrakas poetry
Screams of the left send chills
Horrors of the past, still haunts less than the present
Talked to the dead, more alive than a saint
Alone in the billion, free in the prison
© banrakas poetry
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