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Jan 2017
A young heart,
like a fresh wound,
hurts more, when exposed
to the world of sour tongues,
bitter eyes and bland brains

A young heart, hurts
like a healing wound
that stretches to
the demands of life

There's no home,
when you are down
There's no home,
even when you are up

-Kaya
Kaya
Written by
Kaya  Dubai, UAE
(Dubai, UAE)   
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