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Never truly finished,
Always bitter like whisky,
Mix it with lemon sweet,
I sex with it,
On bed called brain,
Through medulla,
Coordination takes oath,
And my left hand,
Iran, when did you end up infected?
I never knew so far has spread,
This deadly plague,
Now your women shall suffer,
You shall have your share of screams,
More cries from more Mothers,
Screaming grey clouds, admonishing, posing black,
Gathering heavy, staring large to scare,
Growls echo the skies above,
The Sun, the Moon, their starry-eyed countless children,
