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When lovers marry, their joy becomes my sorrow, I curse you, silent.
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Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
Haiku #8
When lovers marry, their joy becomes my sorrow, I curse you, silent.
We could also marry, we could have joys too, I would not curse you...
Muhammad_Sami_Sadiq
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Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
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