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Trauma

 
The garbage
of life,
cunning smoke
on the other side
of the limit,
a voice rises,
there's no poems,

only the sound & fall
of industry, 
and the billboards,
they gash &
tear at my eyes
while driving.
Pishashee
Written by Pishashee
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