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Jul 2020
The people around me compel me to go home
They tell me that i don't belong here
But this wind
This mysteriously blowing wind
Kisses my cheeks
Embraces every strand of my hair
Gently caresses my knuckles
And says 'don't let them dim the light that shines in your eyes'
And somehow i know that this place
this place,right here
is where i want to be!
Written by
Hazel grey
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   Imran Islam
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