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Oct 2015
Her crinkly hair, my sleepy eyes
Her high-pitched voice, my subtle sense of humour

My old pal and I,
We concealed the depth of our ardent feelings,
But embraced the cruelty of our empty hearts.
Hajer
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Hajer  Kuwait
(Kuwait)   
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