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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

Written by
Kaya  Dubai, UAE
(Dubai, UAE)   
     M, ---, Lauren, Angel, Emilie and 4 others
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