Between four walls

Stuck in four walls
We are afraid to speak
We are afraid to go outside
The asphalt is dyed red daily.
We are like in a lottery,
We do not know when our turn is.
and we have to cry for a family member.

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Original por Hive account@corderosiete

06/16/2019

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2019-06-16 23:49

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