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Mo Anzar Feb 2019
Often, I'm not sure
If I can make myself a history
But sometimes I watch my shadows
struggling beyond its limits.
Mo Anzar Feb 2019
"Tell me who", she asked
She insisted to know my imaginary beloved
"It's you", I replied
And she shouted at me "rascal, I'll complain about it."
I said sorry, my bad
It's just a joke.
She smiled
And all was at ease.

— The End —