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Aug 2016
Her stiff hands held
a needle and a thread
look up to her eyes
they are open doors
not white but deep red
wipe your tears, she said
wipe my dry eyes,
I am unsteady, unhinged
I have no tears to shed

Written by
Kaya  Dubai, UAE
(Dubai, UAE)   
   Nylee and Musfiq us shaleheen
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