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No!
It was reality in form of a dream
Monoxide crypt weakly
Trying to clap up my lungs
Awake!
Trying to cough out the dust
But then my vision fades,
As the same demons permeate the room-
Blue roof burnt red,
Blue roof burnt black!
Knowledge in those books
Of law turn dust,
Cloths, gadgets! The only
Good news is that
I survive!
Written by: Harun Oye
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