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"Don't let our future go up in smoke!"

In the light of vague

Unnoticeable end

Uneatable mud cover the

Streets

Like an insoluble cloud that

Blends with the naked

Sullied blow

Such as the cigarette puffs that

Communicate with the

Sniffs

From a soiling that

Renewed to

Dust.

The sticky cough of

Virus that joins the future

Sick taste.

Evident yet remained

Unseen

The dim comparison of

Then and now.

Gray

Is the color of the air.

Lucky yokels.

Just stay in

The countryside.

 

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