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Sep 2015 · 477
love POEM
AMIN Sep 2015
Love was on the verge of my lips
And I
I did not write it.
And I
I did not say it.
Even
I did not want it

Love poem
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Aug 2015 · 1.6k
Feminist
AMIN Aug 2015
SHE so that her skirt was devastated
UP TO "love" went to search a new word for self
SHE fled of herself
SHE ran and went of herself

DEATH not found
A word
OR syllabic
OR voice
FOR himself
IN torture of touching she
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