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February 16, 2017
By Anonymous

At sunrise, I hear the noise, yells growling, adults fighting.
People avoid noise. Our love overcomes. We are okay, I tell myself.
It must end, president...the fight ended, no more protest.


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This is written in a poetic form called a Sijo.


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