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I made it
to the four
years ago,
my raft
a
thing of pain
and
curiosity.

There is food
and dry clothing
and people

But the people
are soulless,
the clothing
drab gray.

Workers
sold their
   souls by
   pieces,
until there
was
only enough
   to work,

there are no
  dreams or
    desires to
     fulfil,  those
    two were the
   the first to
leave….

  

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