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We Used to Fly Eastward
from Krakatoa
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Soak
Through |
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Family
of four die when their car hits a tree. Tears
soak through my pillow and I don't know why Innocent
civilians in a dubious war. Tears
soak through my pillow and I don't know why Drifting
between whirlpool worlds of shade and beyond |