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Oby Sep 2016
My mind is a jungle,
Dense thought trees
Blocking rays of clarity;
Ruminations intertwined,
Like twisted vines.
Copyright © 2016 Oby. All rights reserved.
Oby Sep 2016
My heart is a desert,
Parched,
Ready for the soothing rain of your love.
But the promise of your affection
Is a mirage.
Copyright © 2016 Oby. All rights reserved.

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