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 Feb 2019
Merna Ketana
Would you spend the night and talk?

Tell me secrets, maybe walk?

Laugh around and share my air,

Show me someone could still care?

Fix the bruises on my back,

They are painful, turning black,

Save my soul from leaking out?

I can't keep myself about..

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