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Mar 2017
I'm too scared to grow,
mother
I've been told stories
of perished grownups

I could live any longer
as your son, a child
a forgiving heart
as you taught me

I wished you were
an immortal
So I won't be hunted down
by grieving memories
Mane Omsy
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Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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