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Jul 2015
Rickety shoulders and rickety bones,
No longer is my resolve as stubborn as stone.

For the stifling heat and heart-drum-beats
Have drained it all out of me -

Not a single drop left to drink,
And my fate’s been written in ink.
Issa
Written by
Issa  Yerevan
(Yerevan)   
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