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In one year and two months,
My memories were engraved in the dawn of time
Where love is not the only thing that moves people.
I lost the feelings between the quenchers of
Glory and Self-righteousness.
Grand suppliers of the world I became to know;
disguised rivers trapping souls till their end.
I chose to die of thirst for a sip seemed not right to me.
This poem is about:
My community
Our world