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Aug 2015
We are all sad, broken, shy
Caught up in one boggling goodbye:
That was not said, or heard
Or meant.

We are all shy, broken, sad
Counting at night what in those days we had:
What was stolen, taken, sent
No good meant.

We are all broken, broken, broken.
Maria Imran
Written by
Maria Imran  22/F
   Oh, Avery, daian, Inkveined and hamid khan
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