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Dec 2017
Rectangular
Nothing in particular
Just a tiny nasty thought
Trying hard to fit it in
With some thoughts, triangular
And some loops, circles of sort

All the time my mind just crunches
Like a puzzle , crack that code
And the sweat and the headache
Going on throughout the night

And once I am finally done
I destroy everything, cold
All memory of it gone
And it start once more, again
Those senseless dreams that keep repeating when you are sick and try to sleep.
Jawad
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Jawad  40/M/Iraq
(40/M/Iraq)   
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