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Nov 2016
You hurt me harshly,
with your sticks and stones.
Your words stung my me badly,
and took my throne.
The sky seemed gloomy,
And after the rain , there were the blooming.
You were no more greater than
the footprints in the sand.
Nathan Ha
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