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Jul 2017
It was never meant,
to be the triumph
of the death

in the night of the snowfall.
The silent fall of flakes,
covering the stains,
would start a conversation
about the truth of life.

A journey to unknow the evil starts.
Written by
Satsih Verma
133
     Hannah, Logan Robertson and Sam
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