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May 2018
Soaking wet, I am
Trembling fear, in me
Where was I?
During the crisis
I don't remember your touch
Love, was it?
That tore us apart
Then, love is the foe for us
Mane Omsy
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Mane Omsy  25/M/Dubai
(25/M/Dubai)   
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