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May 2018
Left a trail, praying
you do not delay
follow the flow of blood
its here to stay.

See the eyes full of pride
Touch the stinging pain inside
The red waiting to rectify.
So is this the love you deny?

I'm not the sweetness that blinds
I'm not the golden you'll leave behind
I'm not something you'll hope to find
I'm just the love you denied

You were the one who ran from the sanctified
you were the wrong i justified
you were the perfect that love disguised
you were the wrestle I
Nazrana Kalil
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Nazrana Kalil  18/F/Durban South Africa
(18/F/Durban South Africa)   
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