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by nouriguess May 1, 2020 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
This garden became too narrow for us. You might have not expected us to evolve into savages. We did. Yesterday, three of us were making a toast over a bloodbath. Burn this garden. Burn us. Our ashes could be more altruistic.
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