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Oct 2017
In your *******
Your beauty
Is compressed.
When you walk,
Eyes chase you
To sip
For the ached soul.
Mustapha Akhoullou
Written by
Mustapha Akhoullou  32/M/New Jersey
(32/M/New Jersey)   
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