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May 2016
Through the thick mist
I saw her alone, whispering
Through the impregnable layers
I saw her soggy shoulders shaking
Through the mask
I saw the sad girl
Not the mellow girl in high heels
I saw her.
Written by
perversely hoping
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   EJ Aghassi and shaffu shafiq
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