Wings
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Last published Thu, May 21, 2020
After a war... it just leaves desperation, madness and broken hopes.
then people become desperate for more time...
then eventually they even sullied their own hands with others blood again.
This time... its not a war...
(@uthor: pictures from google, I don't own any of it but some of the picture editing so credits to owners... hi hi?)
Its just being desperate to live.
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