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And what are accidental humans anyway? Were they just pushed out of a black hole sun; were they not meant to die;
By Chrissy Barnhill3 years ago in Poets
The wars rage frenzied; Throughout the city of unrest. The land was barren. We watched the embers as they ignited.
They say history repeats itself, but where are the groups? I see no ashes in the air; no fires on the ground; no light is at the end of the tunnel;