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Remaining hawk in voyage of tears, birthing

The crowds, I was always afraid of them.

It was never meant, to be the triumph

In last breath, when the door remained

How do I remember you, I ask grammarly

In city of thousand sacrifices the dominion reads―

Distrusting a sure rise of moon―

I will find another indigo in you, when you

You create a hybrid without protocol.

When you talk of a war on the behalf...