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Poems
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dream-like
it was beautiful
we were all together
in a small bus
everyone with different stations
to arrive
some women flour painted faces
kept on telling us that here
a country
used to be built
some miles away
it turned green
our small bus
went on
but we still didn’t get the chance
to catch the plane