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A poem – Help

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Help – A poem by LoveHumanity

Spring is far away
I saw flowers withering
I saw black clouds passing the sky
Getting infront of sun
And lightenings started
Oh no, the trees are burning down
The people are screaming in fear
Running away
Dark souls are attacking them
A man is dying infront of me
But I can’t help

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